Behind closed door - Bruce Wayne x Reader (NSFWish)
I feel absolutely awful, and for some reason, writing smut is oddly comforting, so here we go for some Bruce smutty story ! (with feelings, like the story is actually mainly relationship things between Bruce and Batmom and a little smut around there ;-)). Sorry again that I haven’t posted in a while, I just…had a major change in my life and wasn’t feeling fit to write if that makes sense. Anyway, hope you’ll like it :
THIS IS NSFW ! It’s SMUT. Meaning there will be a graphic depiction of SEX. Please don’t read if those sort of things makes you uncomfortable and blahblahblah. I have plenty of stories that are SFW without any of those “dirty stuffs”, so you can read those instead if you wanna :-). You can find said stories here : My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com
Behind closed doors, Bruce Wayne was different. Of course, it takes time to get him there, to crack his shell and for him to allow him to be that man, only behind closed doors.
Behind closed doors, Bruce Wayne was different. He could be himself…Finally.
The first time it happened, it was rather early on in your relationship.
On the anniversary of his parents’ death, to be exact.
You had been together for, technically, eight months by then.
Officially though ? Only 4 months. Half of your relationship has been spend hiding from paparazzis and people in general.
Hell, even Alfred didn’t know anything about you !
You understood why though. He was the famous Bruce Wayne ! He had a reputation to keep ! He couldn’t date a nobody from a poor part of town like you ! He couldn’t seriously date anyone ! Especially not you, a way younger girl who wasn’t even that beautiful, intelligent or famous ! (Bruce would argue that you were the most beautiful and intelligent woman he ever met though, but he was always so nice to you…).
Besides, you also thought that the reason you guys always went on secret dates, the reason for Bruce to sneak in your room quietly, or for you to “infiltrate” his office to go have a quickie on his desk, the reason you guys kept thing hidden…was because he didn’t want you to think this…”thing” you had between the two of you was something serious.
He didn’t want you to think he wanted to actually date you.
And if it was known that you and him went on little dates (or worst, if anyone heard about how you often went to just have sex with him in his office, or how the famous Bruce Wayne would sneak into your apartment complex to fuck you everywhere in your apartment…Well, it was a bit unrealistic and crazy to think anyone would know that but what if ?) and such, then you’d become his “official girlfriend”, and the day he’d want to finish this “thing” you had ? The day he’d want another girl ? …Then you’d be humiliated. You’d just be his woman toy and everyone would talk about you for days. The woman who wasn’t just a date, but a regular booty call…Of the great Bruce Wayne ! Surely, this would be all over the news for weeks.
You knew Bruce enough to know that he wasn’t that kind of man, he could sometimes be a bit insensitive and such but you knew him…No matter what he liked to say right after he slept with you, when his defenses were a bit down and he was trying to convince you he wasn’t good for you, he was actually a good man.
Sure he was known to be a womanizer but every women who ever went out with him knew what “this” was, they knew they probably wouldn’t stay long with him, even if they had hope about it. They knew that the next week ? They’d be out.
Sometimes, you thought about how, four months later, you were still not “out” but at the same time, you knew, just like those women he dated that you were probably just a phase. You were already so amazed that a man like Bruce Wayne would have any interest in you so…But yes, despite what he said about himself, and what the news sometimes portrayed him like, he was actually a true gentleman (thanks Alfred). So he kept it hidden, he kept it to himself because…It was just fun casual sex right ? Right. No.
“ Write me some connor Murphy x reader where reader is really positive and when connor bumps into her and he thought she would make it dramatic and say that he attacked her, but she just “oh no, I’m sorry.” And he’s just so ??? Shook ??? And then they’re apparently neighbors so when she says hi and walks to school with him he’s also ??? Shook ??? And then after a while he’s just: oh heck I love you and BOOM it’s fluffy. Idk man. “
Warnings: swearing, cuteness.
Y/N = your name \ Y/L/N = your last name
this is extremely out of character lol but i like happy Con so…
Summary : The women of the League are teasing you about the love bites that litter your body….
I already kinda had the idea of doing a similar story on the women side…So here we go. Last time the guys of the League were mocking Bruce for the scratches on his back (you can read that here), now, it’s Batmom’s turn (though I feel it’s not as funny as the other, I tried something else you know, so that the stories wouldn’t be exactly the same, too similar and shit…erf, whatever, hope it’s kinda ok). Hope you’ll like it (insecuritiesoverloadbutitsok):
It wasn’t really part of your initial plan to shower at the same time than them. Bruce told you about his friends trying to tease him about the nail marks you left on his body after a heated night, and you were afraid that your girl friends would do the same, a bit paranoid about it really…
But then you thought about the fact that usually, women tended to be a bit more mature about that (maybe?), that they would probably behave and ignore the hundreds (literally) love bites on your body.
Besides, there was only Diana, Zatanna and Dinah, surely, they wouldn’t say anything, after all, they were used to Bruce being affectionate towards you when he thought no one was watching, small love bites wouldn’t shock them or anything. They were your three best friends, they knew how to not intrude too much in your life. They would definitely not talk about the marks your husband left on your body.
And oh you were so wrong.
You were in your underwear when you started to notice their smirks, and the way they whispered in each other’s ears while looking at you. No…could it be ?
You turn around, and when Diana’s eyes go wide at the sight of the love bites on your front while Zatanna and Dinah just start laughing stupidly, you know you actually were right to “fear” a reaction from them. You roll your eyes and give them your best “really ?” facial expression before saying :
-Are you guys snickering like idiots because of the love bites ?
Zatanna answers your question :
-No, we’re snickering like idiots because Bruce…
And then it happens. The worst pun you ever heard in your life (and you were used to Dick and Tim’s nerdy jokes). All three of them yell :
Stun. That’s what you are. Wow. Even worst that the poor attempt from your male friend in the league to embarrass Bruce. An awful pun.
summary: “Not now, Holland. I’m not in the mood of hearing your nasty comments.” you answer him back. “If you really want to be noticed by Harrison we have to work together.” […] You roll your eyes “So what’s your plan, Genius?” Tom smirks “I’ll give you a few lessons about how to flirt with a guy, how to kiss, things you can say during a first date and so on.”
You just nod as you kiss him again “I need more” “That’s just the beginning, darling” Tom’s hands travel down your body and stop on your hips as his lips move on your neck. Instinctively, you bend your head to give him more access to the sensitive skin of your neck. “Jump” he whispers in your ear. You obey and Tom’s hands reach your bum, as you fasten your legs around his waist. You don’t complain about Tom touching you booty, but you take a mental note to scold him later for that action. For no reason at all you want to break that kiss. Tom starts walking and he carries you with him towards the kitchen to place you on the counter. Once again, his lips give a small bite on your lower lip making you shiver. “Do the same to me” he tells you between kisses. You capture his thin lip between your teeth and pull a little as he did before to you. Tom’s grip tighten on your hips, making you squeal. “Did I do it wrong?” “You did it amazingly good” he says kissing you again. Your hands reach his curls, enjoying the soft sensation of his hair between your fingers. “Too good, I’d say” A rush of confidence floods into you “Do you want me to do it again?” “Someone is giving me attitude, uhm?” he jokes. “You do it all the time to me” you answer him back. Tom chuckles “You still have plenty of things to learn before teasing me” “Teach me, then” He’s about to reply when a cough coming from behind you destroys the atmosphere. In front of you, two boys are staring at you. One of them has an embarrassed expression painted on his face while the other one seems to enjoy the situation. “What… what are you doing here?” Tom asks them in a very high pitch voice. “We’ve finished early” the first one explains, giving you a quick gaze. “Yeah and Tom has just started” “Shut up, Harry. We were making lunch” Harry giggles “Sure, and she was your meal” he says as the other boy nudges him. Tom sighs “Y/N, these are my brothers: Sam and Harry” You wave and give them a shy smile. “Hi, sorry about him” Sam says pointing at his brother “Now we go upstairs” He grabs his twin by the elbow and lead him towards the stairs. You can hear Harry whining a “but I wanted to stay” “Well” Tom starts “Now you know them” You try to draft a smile “I think I have to go now, it was pretty embarrassing” “No wait, you don’t have to go” he almost begs you “I swear they won’t come downstairs again.” You sigh “Ok, but now we have to clean the mess we made and cook something.”
Saying that Tom has messed up your mind is saying something reductive. You spend the rest of the day sketching hearts on your exercise book. The following day, you’re attending English with Violet and your hand is still drawing hearts in every blank space you find in your books. “Dude, what’s that?” she asks, pointing at your sketches “Are they for Harrison?” You blush a little. Violet is the only one to know about your crush, apart from Tom, obviously, “I don’t know” you admit. “What?!” she screams, getting everyone’s attention. “Something is changing, Violet” you explain. You spent an amazing afternoon with Tom the day before. After his brothers walked in on you kissing, you ordered a take away pizza from Pizza Hut and watched a movie in his living room. At times, Tom bender over to give you a small peck on your lips or his hand caressed your check as you laid your head on his shoulder. You looked like a couple, at this didn’t bother you at all. “Let me guess… this ‘change’ has curls and used to annoy the shit out of you?” You open your mouth to answer when you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket.
Join me in the Science Laboratory xx
You smile and raise your hand to ask your teacher if you can go to the toilet. Violet murmurs a weak “Yeah, the toilet” as you stand up and leave the class. A shiver runs down your spine, it’s like your body feels empty without Tom’s touch. You don’t even need to give the command to your feet to go to the science lab, your body is doing everything without your mind’s control. When you open the door of the laboratory, your heart misses a beat. You don’t even have the time to say something, not even a ‘hello’ that Tom’s lips are attached to yours, his hands on your hips. “Were you missing me this much?” you ask between kisses. Tom is ravenous, he kisses you millions of times without saying a word. Remembering what the taught you the previous day, you take his lover lip between your teeth and start biting and sucking him, driving Tom completely insane. As usual, it’s all a matter of second as you find yourself pressed against a wall. “You have no idea of how much I love this” he says as he starts kissing your neck, finding almost immediately the spot that makes you sigh the most. That’s how things go with Tom: every time you gain confidence, he always finds new ways to make you shiver, remembering you to be good. His teeth biting your neck interrupt your flow of thoughts. 'Has he just left me a hickey?’ you ask yourself. Tom stops his actions and takes a step from you to admire his work. “What th-” “I’ve left you a small souvenir” he says with a smirk, your shocked face was one of the funniest things he has ever seen. “Tom but what if my parents see it?” He just shrugs his shoulders “I don’t know and I don’t care” and with that, he leaves the room. “Idiot” you murmur. When you come back to the classroom, Violet notices immediately the hickey on your neck. “Did in find Dracula in the toilet?” she asks with a smirk “oh and your phone buzzed twice”. You pretend not to hear her comment about your hickey and grab your phone.
“You’re beautiful when you’re angry at me”
“Hello beautiful. Would you like to come to my place this afternoon? I’m still sick and I need company”
You reply a strong 'fuck off’ to Tom and you write Harrison that you would come after school. “Sooo” Violet starts “Where were we with your story?”
“Hello Rudolf*” you greet Harrison with a huge smile and a kiss on his check. “Hello to you too” he replies as he blows his nose “This fucking cold won’t leave me” Even with his red nose, lucid eyes and his pajama he still looks attractive. “I like how you’re dressed” he compliments you. You smile widely “Thank you. I’m also learning how to put make up on.” “Well, that’s impressive. You can go to my bedroom while I make some tea” he says closing the front door behind you. You did as he told you and reach his bedroom upstairs. When you open the door, Harrison’s essence floods into your nostrils making your head spinning. “I’m coming” Harrison yells from the bottom of the stairs. You take a seat on his bed as Haz enters the room with a tray. “Green tea or earl grey?” he asks you. “Green tea, please” You look at him carefully, trying to memorize every single movement. “Are you ok?” he asks you giving you your cup. “I was just thinking. Are you feeling better?” Harrison seats next to you “yeah, more or less. Saturday night I was at a party and I got cold.” You feel your heart clenching in your chest “Oh really? Was it good?” “Oh yes. I had a really nice time” he takes a sip of his tea “I had a blast. And I have so many things to tell you!” You fake a smile “Serious?” “Yes” he smiles widely “I’ve met this girl a few weeks ago. She’s really pretty, super nice, with the best smile in the world. We chat a lot, and we’ve been on a few dates.” You just nod, trying not to scream at his face that he’s an asshole. “And Saturday I asked her to become my girlfriend”. Your eyes widen and you jaw falls open in surprise “You what?” “I asked her to be officialize things” he repeats “Aren’t you happy?” No. “Yes, I’m super happy for you” you lie and you leapt towards Harrison to hug him, so that he can’t see your disappointed expression. “I’m so happy that you approve it. I can’t wait to introduce you to her. Oh, and her name is Jess” he explains, hugging your closer. “Sure, I’m excited as well. How did you meet her?” Harrison breaks the hug and puts his empty cup on the tray and shrugs his shoulders “It was thanks to Tom. You see, Jess is his cousin. She moved from New Castle two months ago.” Your eyes widen again “Tom?” “Yeah, he organized a sort of blind date.” A rush of rage crosses your body and your eyes fill with tears. 'How could I have been so stupid?’ You ask yourself. Tom didn’t want to help you, he just wanted to make fun of you, using you as a toy and then throwing you away once he finished playing. “Y/N, are you ok?” Harrison asks you, caressing your shoulders. “Sorry Harrison, I really have to go, now”
my corner hello petals, I really hope you like how the story is going, feel free to fangirl in my inbox :) yo
*Rudolf is Santa’s reindeer, the one with the red nose (I specify in case you didn’t know, lol)
had noticed. I noticed how he hoped to find that piece of paper in his
compliment bag hanging on the wall next to the rest. Hoping to find that
someone had written something that made him feel a little better, he didn’t
lose hope that someday that bag would have something inside, he didn’t care how
long it took.
had stopped looking in my bag a long time ago; it wasn’t like I couldn’t use
some nice words even though they came from an anonymous source that I would
probably never know who it was. I had stopped looking inside because I never
got any notes, so I decided to stop wasting my time and to stop feeling bad
every time I looked inside.
I was surprised that someone like Zach Dempsey didn’t get a hundred of notes,
after all he was the star player in the basketball team, he was friends with
the popular people of the school, he was always in all the parties and I knew
girls liked him, still he didn’t get any compliments in his bag.
couldn’t help to feel bad for him, so I gather my things very slowly to be the last
one in the class and I wrote a note for him, which I left in his compliment bag
so the next day he would have something.
didn’t write a love letter or something like that, it was something pretty
simple, something that would make him feel better for the rest of the day; we
all deserve to receive compliments from time to time.
few days passed since the first note I wrote him and I had to admit that I
loved how he reacted so I decided to write him a couple more for the next
weeks, but I didn’t make it a daily thing.
day while I was running to class, considering that I was late to first period.
I was looking in my bag for my book and being the clumsy person that I am I ran
into someone, luckily for me I didn’t fall backwards, that would had been even
god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking” I said as fast as I could while I bend
down to get the book that I made that person drop.
saw it was the biology book, the same one that I was looking for in my bag and
when I looked to the owner I saw it was Zach and I thanked that it was him and
not one of his stupid friends, because even though he hanged out with them Zach
was so much nicer than all of them together.
worry, are you ok?” he asked grabbing his book and smiling for some reason.
I’m fine, I’m just really bad at walking without running into people” I joked
putting my bag on my shoulder “I was looking for my bio book but it seems that
I forgot it at home” I sighed “but it doesn’t matter, see you in class” I added
walking to the classroom, I didn’t want to get even more late.
he exclaimed making me turn in his direction with a surprised expression on my
face “we can walk together and if you want you can sit with me and I’ll share
my book with you” I couldn’t help the frown on my forehead. Zach was definitely
kind, but not to this level, he was socializing voluntary with me, someone who
wasn’t even close to his little world or the people in that world, it was odd.
thank you” I answered trying to sound convinced. He reached me and we started
walking to class together “how it is that you’re late to bio? You’re always the
first one there” I added realizing he was late to his favourite class.
I didn’t get any answer I looked in his direction and I saw him smiling again,
this time even wider. We got to class so I wasn’t going to get any response to
class went by as usually, this was one of the few classes I liked, I liked to
consider myself a person of letters, but I was good at everything in general,
even though I hated all the subjects related to science or maths, that’s why it
was something unusual that I liked this one in particular and that was the
reason why I was always dazed in the teacher’s explanations, but not this time.
I couldn0t stop looking to Zach and see how he took notes of everything and how
he knew all the answers to the teacher’s questions, even though he just
answered them in his notebook and not out loud. I guess that being good at
something not related to sports wasn’t “cool”.
for me Zach caught me staring and I tried to hide my smile, but it was
impossible, I just looked in the teacher’s direction and started to take notes.
better at this than I thought” I whispered while I was writing the things that
I saw in the blackboard.
means you knew I was already good at this” he answered looking at me all the
answer was as odd as the rest of things that were happening with him this
we have this class in common, why wouldn’t I know you’re good at it?” I asked
looking at him again.
an observation” there it was again, that smile, the third time I got that
bell was close to rang when Mr. Porter came into the classroom and I knew he
was there for me, I just had to wait to hear my name and see how everyone
looked at me.
he did it I looked at Zach, who was looking at me with something like surprise
and concern. I just grabbed my things and followed Mr. Porter to his office.
know why you have called me here” I said before he could even start “and I just
have to say that everything is ok, I’m fine” I added with my usual tone.
parents don’t think the same, they seem really concern”
they are parents, when you have kids you’re life turns into an endless hole of
worries, but I’m fine, I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I know exactly
how I feel, can I go now?” the bell rang, great I was going to be late for
second period too.
do you feel? I’d like to know it so that way I can help you”
do you want to talk about it? To make me feel bad? I’ve said I know how I feel,
it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it”
you don’t talk about it you won’t be able to solve it”
is a waste of time” I said standing and taking my bag. I was in a good mood
this morning, but not anymore, thanks to this stupid “try to talk about your
wait” Mr. Porter stood like he was going to follow me, but he didn’t, I walked
out of his office without looking behind and I let a big sigh leave my chest.
started walking to communication class when I heard a certain voice calling me;
I turned in his direction with surprise in face again.
everything ok?” Zach asked coming to me.
what are you doing here?” I needed to know the answer to that question, because
we weren’t friends, we just had a few classes together and now all of the
sudden he’s worried about me.
just wanted to make sure everything was fine” when I heard how sincere he
sounded I felt something I had never felt before, it was like something inside
me was completed and I just smiled widely.
really nice of you” I mumble “Thank you”
remained silence, I didn’t know what else to say and he looked like he wanted
to continue talking, like there was something he wanted to tell me and just when
I was about to turn in the opposite direction he talked.
you like to go to Monet’s some time?” he sounded almost nervous. Like if he was
exposed to a terrible danger.
looked at him, confusion all over my face, I was trying to make sense to the
fact that he wanted to go out with me, I didn’t want to think he was playing
with me, like it was some kind of bet with his friends, that would be really
I don’t want you to misunderstand this, but… why?” his expression didn’t
don’t know, you seem interesting and I’d like to get to know you better” now I
was totally amazed.
this some kind of bet you want to win? Because if it is-“
he said stopping me “no, no bets” I think he realized then why I have my doubts
“I promise you it’s nothing like that”
why are you interested suddenly? We’ve been in the same classes since freshman
year and we have never had a real conversation, we’re from different worlds and
I know you’re nothing like your friends, because if you were I wouldn’t even be
talking to you, but when you’re with them… I don’t know, you’re not like this,
get it, I have a reputation, but give me a chance to prove you that I’m not
like that, and you won’t regret it”
accept if you tell me the real reason behind this interest”
stopped for a second, maybe thinking if he wanted to talk about it or not.
know you are the one who has left notes in my compliment bag” I opened my mouth
to say something, but words didn’t come to me, I was speechless, I didn’t know
if I should deny it or tell the truth “You’re not the only one who notice
things, you know? I’ve notice how much you enjoy when we are in literature, how
you are in your own world when you are bored, how much you like animals” I was
blushing by the second “you like bio even though science is not your favourite
area and how you laugh even when the jokes aren’t funny at all”
couldn’t believe how much he noticed me, I always thought no one looked in my
direction and that was why I felt so comfortable doing my things.
how do you know the notes were mine?” I whispered, trying to recover myself
form the things he had said to me.
I know you’re the only one who knows how much I like bio” he answered giggling
“and in your first note you wrote how cute I look when I’m paying attention in
bio and that you think I looked happier there than playing basketball”
could be anyone…”
what I thought at first, but you have confirmed my doubts today” he said
laughing at my recently shyness “Thank you for the notes by the way”
are necessary” I said trying to change the subject.
what do you say, do you want to go to Monet’s some day?” I wasn’t entirely sure
about this, I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t stop thinking that
maybe this was just a game and I think he knew how insecure I felt “I get you
have doubts, I just ask for one chance”
“Ok, I’ll go out with you”
I said almost cutting him, if I thought about it more I’ll change my mind and I
wouldn’t give him a change to prove he had good intentions.
expression change suddenly, he smiled brightly and I tried to hide mine but it
was impossible, I looked in other direction so he couldn’t see it, but I think
my attempt was useless.
promise you won’t regret it” he said thrilled “do you want to go to the
library? We are already really late to class anyways”
and you can help me with something I don’t understand in bio” I said walking by
his side to the library.
The weird thing abt the writing in Arthur is that when we first meet Nemo the whole episode (Francine and the Feline) is about how he and Pal are really good friends much to the chagrin of Arthur. And then whenever there's a Pal/Kate-centric episode it shows them as enemies and idk I feel like it's a wasted opportunity
yeah nah i feel you, like. ok first of all, the cats and dogs being Mortal Enemies trope is overdone. it’s old hat. plus, the episode revolves around arthur thinking cats are mean and stupid and that francine’s cat specifically is out to kill his dog. so resolving that episode by having arthur change his stance on cats and then making nemo out to be a villain in later episodes is not great writing.
like, i’m not a fan of the kate and pal episodes to begin with but having nemo as a one-dimensional antagonist when they spent an entire episode trying to get across the point that cats aren’t inherently bad, it’s… it’s just not good, my friends.
Your face was squeezed against the Winter Soldier’s chest, one of your leg was in between his thighs, the other awkwardly kinda crushed on his side. Your arms were around his shoulders, and you could feel his breath on your hair. Damn that closet was small.
-How did that fucking happen again ?
He doesn’t answer. Of course he doesn’t answer. He so rarely speak…You try to get a little bit away from him so you can face him, and end up crashing your lips on his neck instead. Because of your proximity with him, you can hear his heart immediately starting to beat wildly.
You can feel him trying to get away as best he could, but the closet you two got locked in was just too tight for him to really be able to.
-Bucky are you alright ? Are you having a heart attack ?
He takes a deep breath, and finally speaks, though his voice is a bit shaky :
-You sure ?
-Alrighty then…For real though, if it’s a heart attack…
-It’s not a heart attack !
Awkward silence ensues. Of course. So you guys were not going to talk about the fact that the reason you were in this closet was because you were making out, and he freaked out when he heard a sound, shoving the both of you into the nearest hiding place…A very small closet. And of course, it locked itself as he closed the door behind you. Alright then, not talking about it…Of course, it was just a thing that was born in the heat of the moment, totally didn’t mean anything ! You were arguing with him about his reckless behavior, and all of a sudden, your tongue was in his mouth, and he was kissing you. That happens all the time right ?
Summary : Jinyoung can’t help it. He knows you, he knows your heart, but he can’t help it.
He was fuming. Every muscle was painfully contracted, from his jaw to his toes. His fingers were taping incoherently on the wooden table, feet mimicking the sound on the parquet. He could accept, he could be the chill boyfriend, brushing his worries off because of love, but he wasn’t this type of person.
Jinyoung wasn’t chill.
The fact that you could be close to another man wasn’t something he was against to, because he had friends of the opposite sex. What was enraging was seeing you, hugging, laughing, touching him like you belonged to this guy.
And he couldn’t accept it, not when you certainly didn’t belong to anyone except him.
Yet, here he was, waiting for you to come home knowing you had just met with the annoying enemy. It’s not like he had been following you, but somehow he ended up seeing you with your friend, walking around town and being extremely close.
This had been the last straw, and after a lot of internal conflict, he decided diplomacy was for the weak. Maybe he was blinded by anger, but he didn’t care. If you couldn’t understand on your own, then he’ll make you have a grasp of the situation, no matter how.
The noise of the door being unlocked made him stand up, and the chair made a loud noise.
“Home already?” The voice was light, almost happy. He couldn’t utter a word so he continued walking, instinctively going to the window, hoping the view would make him calm down.
Most of the time, when Jinyoung was annoyed, he’d speak loudly, yell, jump around, eyes dark and lips pursed but he understood he had passed a point of no return. He was beyond angry.
“Oh, you’re here. I’m home.” Your voice made him laugh bitterly to himself. How dare you talk like you were in a good mood when he was feeling like shit.
“Are you okay? You’re so silent.” Your hand went to his shoulder and he shook, taking you by surprise. His eyes met yours and it didn’t even take a second for you to understand that your boyfriend was mad.
“What’s wrong?” You asked.
He wanted her to stop acting like she didn’t understand. How couldn’t she link the two situations?
“Are you stupid?” His question took you off guard but you didn’t budge.
“Excuse me?” You went to the couch and let your bag fall on it, before crossing your arms, ready to defend yourself from whatever he was going to reproach you.
“I am asking if you are stupid, or if you are doing this on purpose.” His voice was lower than a whisper and for a moment you thought he was about to combust. He was enunciating the words perfectly, as if you were too dumb to understand.
“Explain yourself and stop going in circle, Jinyoung.” You had learnt how to take him over the years. Jinyoung wasn’t a man you could soften with a cute voice and stupid attitude, and confronting him had become a part of the fighting process.
He scoffed and leaned against the window glass, not believing his ears. If anything, you should be keeping a low profile, right now.
“How was your day?” His falsely sweet voice echoed in the room and you shrugged.
“It was okay, I guess I can’t say the same about yours.” You answered and he didn’t like it, not at all.
“Quiet.” He ordered and you sighed.
“If you’re going to ask me something, I suppose I can answer, right?” You said, taking a seat on the couch next to your bag.
“No, if you are going to act like this, then you can shut up.” He spat.
“Then tell me what the hell is wrong now!” You snarled. If you did something wrong, why couldn’t he say it simply?
“Are you cheating on me? No wait, do you think I’m stupid or something? Am I easy?” Jinyoung asked and you made a face.
“Wh-what? Wait, What?” It was beyond anything. There was no way he was asking that, right?
“You heard me. Answer.” His body moved on its own and he came closer, hands on his sides.
“I’m not cheating on you, why would you say that?”
“Ok, so you do think I’m stupid, then.” He concluded and you got up.
“I’m not! I don’t understand what you’re-” And it hit you. It took a while but you got it. It was about you meeting your friend.
It has always been about him, anyways.
“I guess you understand, now?” He leaned, smile bitter and you blinked.
“Again? Are we really going to fight now?” You tried and he laughed “I think you’re going crazy, Jinyoung.”
“Am I, tell me, Am I? I think I am, yeah.” He said next and you laughed too.
“It’s always the same! I get to meet with him and you go crazy over nothing! No matter how many times I try to convince you, you never listen!” You felt wrongly accused. You had one male friend, one bloody friend who had a girlfriend, with whom you could spend time and he was trying to take him away from you?
“It’s always the same because you always act the same! I tried to make you understand, but you’re the one who never listens!” He yelled, finally letting go of his frustration.
“So what, I’m meeting with him and I’m having an affair? Is that what you really think?”
“I saw you two today, and hell it looked like you were having a good time.” Jinyoung clapped in his hands.
“He has a fiancé, Jinyoung.” Your hand went to your forehead, rubbing it slowly.
“And you have a boyfriend, but it never stopped you, right?” he fumed. “Since when being in a relationship works like a magical barrier?”
“You’re insane! If you have trust issues, you should be seeing a psychologist.” You breathed, tired.
“If not liking the fact that you slut around with a man who is not me means I have trust issues, then yeah I fucking have trust issues!” He continued and didn’t even see how mean he sounded.
You knew Jinyoung. You knew he was soft to a certain extend. He could be the sweetest man, then spit fire to your face like you were the most disgusting worm. Until now you had never found yourself being the target of his ultimate anger, but here you were, putting up with his temper like you were a cheater.
“Are you done?” You knew it was no use trying to sort things out, not when he was in this state.
“I am not done! If you don’t understand something as simple as faithfulness, I’ll force it into your damn brain.”
“Oh and how are you going to do it? You’re going to forbid me from seeing a good friend? Kick his ass? Tell me, you genius.”
You jumped when he slapped the small candle on the table but kept your stance. If it could help him relieve some stress, then so be it.
“It’s him, or me.”
You gasped “Are you serious now?”
“Yeah, do I look like I’m acting?” His irony was infuriating.
“I can’t believe you’re making me chose…” You trailed off, disappointed.
“Is it hard? I’m sorry to spoil the fun, really.” His hand went to his chest in a fake apologetic manner and you wanted to slap his pretty face.
“I don’t understand, what’s making you act this way? I don’t go around kissing him, I never meet him without you knowing, we always go to cafés or around town, we don’t flirt, we don’t do anything that would be considered cheating, what more do you need?” You tried, hurt.
Jinyoung looked like he didn’t care. “Oh don’t make me cry. Hugging, hooked arms, laughing. You would even stand me up because you promised you’d meet him.”
It made you react and you sighed heavily “You can’t go on tour for weeks and expect me to put my life on stand-by! You coming and asking for a date in the middle of nowhere doesn’t mean I have to forget everything just for you! How many times was I stood up because of your work?”
“You knew what my job was, don’t try to make it sound like you’re a victim.” He said, finger pointing at you.
“And I never complained, not even when I was left in the middle of the street in winter for two hours because you forgot we were supposed to meet! I can’t be here whenever you need and disappear when you’re busy, and if this is what you want, then you better get a dog now, because humans don’t act this way.” You were annoyed. Until now you were doing everything he wanted, because you didn’t want to put pressure on him and now he was the one asking for justifications? He must have gone crazy.
“This has nothing to do with you giving your ass to the first loser in town! So what, you’re the lonely girlfriend, now? You need somebody to comfort you when the bed is empty? Is it what you’re trying to say?” Jinyoung wasn’t a mean person, this you knew, but now he was making you doubt his kindness.
You refused to retreat. There was no way he was making you cry right now. You tried so hard for a minute, but failed and a tear fell down, salty.
“You’re a horrible person, Jinyoung. I give up, you win.” You could answer back, but you certainly couldn’t be as mean as him, and it hurt knowing he wouldn’t hesitate hurting you on purpose.
You went to the couch and took your bag.
“Where the heck do you think you’re going?” Jinyoung growled but you shook your head, silently.
“I’m out of this. There’s no point in talking when you’re in this state.” You went to the door and your hand took the doorknob but his own one stopped you and you looked up at him.
He wasn’t just angry now, he was also scared.
You laughed “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on slutting around.” You pulled on your arm and released yourself from his grip.
You opened the door and simply heard him whisper your name, deep with regret before closing it softly behind you.
He found himself in the lonely flat and suddenly, Jinyoung didn’t felt so angry. He was worried, pained, hurt.
He missed you already.
You went down the stairs, wiping tears falling from your cheeks and shivered when the cold air hit your body. You should have stayed; you should have stayed because you didn’t deserve freezing to death when you did nothing wrong.
You got yelled at, insulted, stomped on like you were nothing and he was the one staying in the cosiness of your flat.
You didn’t deserve that.
Ever since you met him, you knew. You knew his lifestyle wasn’t easy, you knew he’d be away often but you loved him enough to handle it. Your friends were supportive, and your best-friend was always taking his side, because “hey, that’s what men do!” he always said. Jinyoung was possessive, but until now, except the small fights about your infamous friendship, he never went to the extent of implying you were cheating on him. He always spat a bit over the situation, gave you the cold shoulder, didn’t answer for several days but never once did he accused you of slutting around, or sharing a bed with somebody who was simply a brother to you.
You entered the park next to your building and sat on the nearest bench, trying to process your painful thoughts. When did it come to this?
Jinyoung was conflicted. He was mad, mad at the whole world. Mad at you for not understanding him, and mad at himself for talking without thinking.
He knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, he knew you were faithful, and at first he just wanted you to understand that the whole situation was hurting him, but he ended up telling you horrible things.
And the worst part was that he knew it was bullshit. There was no way you would cheat on him, because if you were about to do this, you’d break up with him. He knew you better than anyone else.
Jinyoung decided not to chase you, and he didn’t know why, but it felt like he’d be spitting even more nonsense if he did so he sat back and waited. He didn’t budge, didn’t smile, didn’t cry, didn’t do anything.
He was worried, worried something might happen to you, and worried you’d never come back. Worried you’d find somebody who’d be here for you, somebody who wouldn’t get mad like he did, somebody who didn’t have to go on tour for a month, or hide instead of dating like normal people.
You deserved somebody like that.
When you came back, it was 2 in the morning. Cold had won and even if it hurt admitting it, you wanted to see him. You had received no messages, no phone calls, nothing from him.
You opened the door and found all the lights off, like he had gone to bed. You scoffed and decided not to wake him up, so you carefully let your bag fall on the floor and took off your coat, before heading to the sofa. You took the plaid, neat on the side and wrapped yourself around it, before letting your body fall like a bag of sand.
“Ow.” You heard when your leg got in contact with someone and yelped, surprised.
Jinyoung was sitting on the couch, in the dark, silent.
“What are you doing here?” You asked. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him sitting leisurely, legs spread and head leaning on the couch.
“I was thinking.” It seemed like he had cooled down but you knew better than giving in so you got up, the plaid slowly falling from your shoulders.
“I’ll take the bed, then.” You took a step back and felt his arms wrap around your hips, like claws.
“Just a minute.” He said, not even asking but then again, it’s not like he needed permission.
No matter how mad you were, you’d always let him hold you, always.
“Are you done now?” You breathed, not moving and his head connected with your pelvis, nuzzling the cold material of your jeans.
“Yes.” His answer was muffled and you sighed when you finally recognized his sweet voice, the one who was always whispering loving words to your ears.
“Good, I’ll go to sleep now.” You tried, hoping he’d let you go but he shook his head against you, and it almost felt like you were dealing with a child.
“Can we talk?” he said, his head rising and you could barely see his eyes against the dark.
“Now you want to talk?” You scoffed and heard him whine, one of these noises he kept for the most vulnerable moments.
“Yes. I feel like shit.”
“Oh I’m sorry I made you feel like shit. I’m such a mean girlfriend, you see.” Your voice made him tighten his hold around you.
“That’s not what I mean, you know it.” He said, raising his head to meet your annoyed face. You were thankful the place was so dark right now, because it was helping in keeping your anger toward him.
“I’m freezing, and tired.” You explained. You were the one who stayed out in the cold while he was sitting here, regretting his outburst.
“I can feel that. You’re shaking.”
“No, I’m shaking because I’m mad at you, and hurt.” You took a step back, preying your body out of his grip and he grunted.
“You know I didn’t mean any of this…” He tried, his arms going limp on the couch.
“You did. I thought you knew me better than that, but I guess I was wrong.” He looked totally powerless in front of you, shadow moving slowly to get up.
“I didn’t! I really didn’t. Please believe me.” He paused, and you felt his hand softly brushing against your shoulder. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to reassure you, or if he was trying to reassure himself. “I’m sorry.”
“Then you said it on purpose, to hurt me. It’s worse.” You didn’t want to cry again, mostly because it would result in showing your weakness, and you needed to be strong, to hold it in and show him you could be mad at him.
But you failed again, and a quiet sob escaped of your mouth, making him instantly come closer to hold you.
“You’re so stupid, Jinyoung. We were supposed to enjoy the evening, and you had to ruin everything!” You sniffed and he wrapped his arms around your shaking form, hating himself for being responsible of your miserable state.
“I’m sorry. Stop crying. Yell at me, curse, hit me, but don’t cry.” He pleaded. His fingers touched your face slightly and when he could finally get a good grip, his thumbs tried wiping the tears away, but you took a step back, surprising him again.
“This is too easy! I won’t play the push and pull game with you!” It felt good to stand your ground, and for once, you were able to resist his kindness, storming into the bedroom and leaving him alone in the warm living-room.
You violently wiped your tears and decided to head straight to bed. You rapidly took out your clothes and threw them on the floor –Jinyoung hated it- and scoffed, covering your cold body with the heavy comforter. There was no way you could sleep though.
Jinyoung rubbed his face tiredly and decided to wait a bit before going to bed. Usually, you’d forgive him easily after a small fight, because you knew he loved you, but for the first time you decided not to, and it was scaring him more than he’d admit it.
When he was almost sure you were sleeping, he tiptoed in the now dark bedroom and entered the bed like a thief.
He felt you shift away from him and rolled his eyes. So you were not sleeping, of course not. He knew you were a wreck when you were disturbed by something.
“I’m scared.” He said, looking at the ceiling and the stripes painted by the curtain’s shadows were hypnotizing.
He knew you wouldn’t answer so he continued.
“I’m missing a lot of things and it scares me. You’re doing with him all the things I should be the one making you do. I know this is not your fault, I’m frightened by the idea of you discovering you need someone else. I’m always scared.” He whispered and you shifted.
“So I said things I really didn’t mean. I didn’t do it just to hurt you, I just…said it. I don’t want you to grow out of love because I’m not what you thought I would be. You’re so much better than what I can offer, but I’m so selfish I want to keep you all for me only.” He couldn’t imagine how it’d feel to come back to Korea and find this place empty. He didn’t even want to think about it.
“I get that you’re mad, and you are totally right. But still, I want you to forgive me, if you can. I can’t give you any excuse, I was a jerk and that’s final. There’s really nothing else I could say except that. I’m sorry.”
You knew he was being honest. Jinyoung wasn’t the kind of man who could pull off such vicious game. If he was talking non-stop, stopping from time to time to think and shifting uncomfortably, then he was really pained by the situation. You knew his body language by heart.
But how could he think you’d stop loving him?
“And now I want to hold you, but I’m scared you’d push me away and tell me you don’t want to see my face. So I’m talking and trying to find a way to get close to you, but I can’t find anything.” He laughed bitterly and you smiled to yourself.
You hated when he was being cute.
“I love you. I missed you, too.” He said next and your body started to itch.
You wanted to hold him, too.
“You look beautiful with that new haircut. I noticed you cut your hair.” He should have said that way earlier, you thought.
You slowly turned around and peeked from under the comforter. He was looking at the ceiling, hands on his chest and smiling to himself. His cute wrinkles were screaming at you “kiss us! Kiss us!”
His now sad voice echoed in the room. “I didn’t get to see your smile, yet. I missed it.”
You slowly lifted a hand and brushed his jaw. He looked surprised for a minute, but slowly turned to face you, his arm going under his head for support.
“Forgive me?” He made a horribly cute face and you smiled.
If he was pulling off the cute card, then he must really have no other option.
You acquiesced and he smiled at you. He didn’t come closer, though.
You were the one initiating contact, and your body approached his, bare legs against the soft material of his pants and arms going into his hair, pulling them out of his face.
He closed his eyes and sighed, liking the way your fingers were sinking into his locks, massaging his scalp.
“You’re the stupidest man I’ve ever met, Park Jinyoung.” You whispered and he agreed instantly.
“I know.” He said and didn’t open his eyes when he felt your face coming closer.
“You don’t deserve my kisses.” You trailed off and he nodded again.
You pecked him slowly and felt an arm sneak around your waist, sticking your body close to his.
“Don’t ever say, imply, or even think I’m cheating on you.” You ordered and he nodded again, lifting his head to get more kisses.
“Never. Never never never.” He was way too caught up in the moment to think clearly, but he had understood the parts about not being an ass with his girlfriend.
“I missed you too.” You breathed and he smiled brightly, pulling on your body to roll both of you around and you found yourself on top of him.
“God, I thought you’d throw my luggage out the window like they do in movies.” He said between kisses all over your face and you scoffed.
“I should be doing that, but I’m way too nice to do that. Well, it’s not like you know anything about being nice, right?” You teased and he grunted against your face, still nodding.
“Whatever you say about me, I agree. I’m a bitch.”
“Yeah, you’re a pretty bitch. These are the worst.” You said and he stopped his kisses to look at you.
“Really. I’m sorry. I’m seriously sorry.” Jinyoung was rather surprising tonight. Usually he’d apologize once and move on, but it felt like he was disturbed by something.
“I know. I’m not going to break up with you. And I’m not going to escape with another man. Chill out, Jinyoung.” You sighed.
“I know I know! I’m not saying that-“
“Shut up. I just, need some nice moment right now.” You cut him.
“Anything you want.” He whispered and smiled, his wrinkles showing again and you whined in pain.
“Oh, the wrinkles…I missed them. Show me, show me again.” He laughed and they were even bigger.
You grabbed his face almost violently and your mouth left small kisses all over his face, making him hug you harder against him.
He suddenly felt so happy.
“I’m just going to enjoy for now because I don’t deserve this, but I swear Jinyoung, we need to sort this out.” Your voice was calm again and his heartbeat went crazy with stress, suddenly.
“Everything you want.” He hated himself for being so weak whenever you were close. He felt so fragile sometimes, he who was used to be in total control of the events in his life.
“But for now, give me love.” You concluded and he nodded, ready to heal your wounds with all he had.
Request by @timelawds : Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with the reader and Jughead? One as Archie’s younger sister, who is loud, tough, and sarcastic (still in the sophomore class) where she is friends with all of his friends except Jughead because there is a hatred between them, but in the end it’s all fluff and things? Thank you so much!
Here you are. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it’s so long.
• taeyong wants love
• taeyong is not afraid to show you that he wants love, well he’s kinda shy about it
• but he wants all the love.
• and he. will. GET. ALL. THE. LOVE. OR. YOU. WILL. CATCH. THESE. FISTS.
• okok jk, not really, but ok jk.
• taeyong is super nice honestly
• he rests his chin on your shoulders and the top of your head a lot like, watching tv? his chin is resting on your shoulder. cooking? his chin is resting on your head.
• PRETTY RANDOOM BUT he answers all of your questions like, no matter what.
• “TAEYONG. RED OR BLUE?”
• “…mmmmm…. you look good in red. so. red.”
• he looks so good in like, sleeveless shirts
• he’s so passionate about dancing and he loves it when you love his dancing and he’s just so bashful whenever you talk about his dance skills
• he looks good while dancing in sleeveless shirts and he knows you like it. he. knows.
• he knows most of your weaknesses but sometimes he doesn’t know that the slightest “hand brushing through wet, just showered, hair” action drives you crazy and kills you inside
• “…are you ok????” //the tiny shy laugh he does whenever he’s kinda confused of flustered//
• “…um….TAEYONG ARE YOU COLD I THINK YOU’RE SUPER COLD I’M PRETTY SURE IT’S YOUR WET HAIR HERE LET ME…JUST…DRY IT FOR YOU. TAEYONG GO GET THE HAIR DRYER. LET’S GO TAEYONG. YOU’RE GONNA GET A COLD AND-”
• taeyong is like, lowkey (HIGHKEY VERY) protective over you
• esp w the members
• he won’t even share you w the younger baby rookies
• “jaemin don’t… don’t touch her” and he whines
• “hyung…hyung i high fived her”
• “i…knew that ok that’s ok.”
• he’s kind of… ok he’s not over protective and stops you from meeting people or hugging people but honestly he’s like “…,,,, why’d u hug that guy there”
• “taeyong that’s my cousin. and he’s 4. 4 years old. and 3 months.”
• “he’s SO CUTE OH MY GOSH THAT’S SO adorable. can we take a selfie w him”
• OK SELFIES WITH LEE. TAE. YONG.
• SUPER- OK IF EXPRESSIONS COULD BE MONOTONE- that’s just, like, a poker face.
• OK JUST TAEYONGS HUGE EYES, NO SMILE, AND YOU SLIGHTLY SMILING. IT’S SUPER KIND OF, INTENSE IN A VERY LOWKEY WAY IT’S INTENSE. INTENSE SELFIES WITH LEE TAEYONG.
• but y'all sometimes use like, really weird filters like dog filters and like, angel demon filters and both of tou are making the best facial expressions ever omg but those are, p r i vate.
• but those selfies are also your…um, phone wallpaper, profile pic for every social media site ever, profile pic on kakao/any messaging app ever, and you post them on social media.
• taeyong posts them on twitter and he’s like “whOOPS. HOW DID THOSE GET ON MY ACC- OH GOSH. but we’re cute, she’s cute ok this is cute aren’t we cute.”
• he brags about you in such a lowkey way to the members. it’s so cute
• “hm who’s this cutie? //looking at a picture of you on his phone//”
• “…TAEYONG IT’S (Y/N) ARE YOU KIDDING ME- UNLESS YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT PUPPIES OF BABIES, DO NOT USE THE WORD ‘CUTIES’”
• you bicker w yuta and hansol a lot. SO VERY SURPRISINGLY TBH
• “you and taeyong are like, perfect for each other. it’s like a frog and an octopus in love. it’s really beautiful.”
• “…you should be the next world wide drag queen, yuta.”
• “it’s true”
• “shut up hansol”
• hansol and yuta stalk you guys on dates but THEY AIN’T SLICK Y'ALL KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THEY’RE DOING.
• you guys mess w them on purpose sometimes and it confuses them so much and it’s the funniest thing
• taeyong loves sharing his jackets with you
• you guys buy matching couple snapbacks. yes. it’s cute. you guys are that cute.
• sometimes you guys could just be sitting and talking in the empty practice room and suddenly you guys would just, dance and it’s both really romantic and really… idk it’s really special? and really, fun.
• taeyong is very open about his feelings on special days where you two just stay up talking.
• he cries sometimes talking about his past and his present worries and you comfort him and you feel yourself slightly feeling like you’re about to cry too.
• the pressure of being a leader, of being such a big part of this group, and being such a looked up to figure in this group, really breaks him sometimes but he just tries to think about how such a positive turn his life has taken after he met you, got into this group, got accepted to this company, etc etc.
• aegyo. no need for any more words. just. aegyo.
• you were sick once and like, in bed all day and taeyong felt so bad that he just got you, everything.
• “ok, my baby ok, first off i hope you feel better soon and, i brought you soup, i made your favorite ingredients, and i brought your favorite books, i brought you a teddy bear and i brought you some of my nicest jackets, and, OH. OH YEAH. I GOT YOUR MEDICINE.”
• kissing lee taeyong is either super intense and really hot or super sweet and soft and sensitive and slow
• OK STORY TIME!!! FIRST MEETING W TAEYONG.
• one time you were like, w hansol, GOD KNOWS WHY BC THAT BOY TEASES YOU LIKE THERES NO TOMORROW, ONLY YOU WOULD KNOW, HE ONLY MESSES WITH YOU, but anyway, you were w hansol bc he’s an old friend of yours
• but you were just sitting at a cafe and just sipping your nice little, iced drinks and just talking about stupid memories from high school gym class, you were in like, 2 classes under him. but he still heard about your embarrassing gym stories. they. were pretty famous.
• and then suddenly this hand just, hit hansol on his back and was like “HANSOL?”
• AND boy was he hot. he had really nice eyes and he looked at you and he was, obviously surprised to see you w hansol bc hansol wasn’t. dating. anyone.
• “um, who’s this?”
• and you smiled and said “im hansol’s old friend”
• “oh, well, it’s nice to meet you!”
• and then, every time hansol met with you, it seemed like taeyong was always with him, and that he somehow always, “happened” to be there.
• and then well, meet and meet, you found out that, wow, lee taeyong is a great guy
• and you guys started talking without hansol, LOL SORRY HANSOL, and you guys, liked it. a lot. taeyong felt like he didn’t have anything to hide from you, and he felt so…comfortable.
• meet after meet, you guys just got a, bit closer, inch by inch, after three meets his hand would be on yours, after five, you guys would be hugging, and after seven, he’d be playing with your hair.
• but he never, asked you out. you know?
• but he probably got some weird lecture from hansol and yuta about how he’s gotta GO FOR IT.
• because one day, as soon as he met you, he seemed anxious and when you said “how was your day?”
• he was like “it was goo- hey you, wanna date? like do you want to be my girlfriend?”
• and gosh you could not stop smiling and you nodded and he smiled and gosh SO CUTE.
• taeyong loves you all the time, but he especially loves you when you bake, or buy him chocolate.
• or chocolate chip cookies. or chocolate flavored macaroons. you know he just really loves chocolate.
• he also just, loves you so much, just, he loves you.
• he loves it when you guys just, embrace each other and snuggle up on each other and watch a movie with a bowl of popcorn.
• he sometimes treats you like you’re 3 i swear- he’s such a grandpa omg but it’s cute you guys are cute
• YOU’RE SO NICE TO WINWIN AND IT MAKES TAEYONG JUST SO, IT MAKES HIM ALL FLUFFY INSIDE.
• you’re like an older sister to donghyuck and mark it’s so funny it’s just, damn it’s just really funny.
• you’re so nice to your elders and you’re so polite and taeyong loves that about you, he loves it so much
• he likes it when you don’t necessarily dress up, like doll up, you know? he likes it when you dress up too but he loves your casual outfit. skinny jeans and a shirt, a pair of joggers, trainer pants, everything casual, he loves it.
• he gets super shy and laughs and smiles a lot when you compliment him on his dancing or singing or rapping
• he feeds you a lot like “this is so good try this oh my god”
• he sometimes just stares at you and you look up at him and smile and you’re like “what?”
• “you’re just so pretty”
• HE JUST, UNCONSCIOUSLY MESSES WITH YOUR HAIR AND IT MAKES YOU SO HAPPY
• HE literally HUGS YOU TO DEATH WHEN YOU GUYS SLEEP TOGETHER LIKE, HE’D LITERALLY, UNCONSCIOUSLY HUG YOU AND LIKE HE’S STRONG OK
• but you like it so it doesn’t really matter
• this is super like, this is such a cliché thing but i can totally see taeyong cutely calling you “여보/yeobo” or like making up a really cute petname/nickname for you
• taeyong is one of those boyfriends who like, consistently tells you how beautiful and nice and wonderful and talented and pretty you are, so you don’t feel even the slightest bit insecure.
• because taeyong knows what it feels like to be insecure, not visual wise, but from the way others view him and he doesn’t want the person he loves the most to go through the same thing, and when you first heard him tell you that, that’s when you first realized that this guy is really, a wonderful and kind hearted person who’s been through so much and that he really loves you.
• ok but taeyong is such a sucker for cute babies he really wants kids
• but like, not now ofc, not now, not yet
• the closest thing he has to a child is the other 39 members of nct, yes even the older ones.
• one time you got kind of jealous bc he had this very, intimate acting session in a (future) mv but taeyong kept teasing you and hugging you and being like “nooooo baby you know i love you”
• working out w taeyong. is a thing.
• taeyong could literally go from, PERFECT MAM HE’S WONDERFUL WOW HE’S A GIFT WOW HE’S A 49495959 OUT OF 10. to omg he’s so cute he’s like 3 no jk he’s obviously like 4 months old goodness what a cutie pie gosh you’re so stupid and so cute and so precious im lovin it.
• OR HE COULD BE SUPER SERIOUS AND ROMANTIC ONE SECOND AND THEN ALL FLUFF BALL THE NEXT BUT HONESTLY WHO CARES YOU LOVE EVERY SIDE OF TAEYONG.
• taeyong cooks for you and he’s always like “can you try this for me?”
• it’s always tasty
• he loves puppies
• puppies are great and you will never see taeyong not gush over puppies when he sees one.
• taeyong once saw you take care of jisung once and gosh you’d be such parent material
• he once saw your little baby niece. he gushed all over her gosh he loved her and he loved you loving her and goODNESS.
• he’s super good with words it makes you just, QUESTION.
• taeyong has nice clothes
• taeyong’s a fashionista, that does not try.
• taeyong is so, TEMPTING SOMETIMES
• HE’S SUPER LIKE, IDK HE’S REALLY, I DONT WANNA SAY SEXY. BUT HES REALLY. SEXY.
• k that was so 19+ i can’t believe i did that he’s like 5 noOooOoo
• taeyong has this, laugh, that he does when a joke or something isn’t funny but he doesn’t wanna hurt the other persons feelings and it’s super obvious, and so, funny.
• his eyes also like, shake??? waver???? when he does that laugh and, IT’S SO AWKWARD HAHA
• “if doyoung and i both fell into a lake and was drowning, who’d you save?”
• “i can swim”
• you guys go shopping sometimes but 7/10 times you guys leave empty handed bc you guys are such parents omg you guys are like “I THINK WE NEED THIS BUT WE PROBABLY DON’T AND WE’RE SHORT ON MONEY”
• but the other 3 times you guys either buy food for everyone in the nct dorm or clothes
• “ILL MISS YOU BABY”
• “taeyong you’re going to the convenience store that’s 2 minutes away”
• he really wants cute little babies with you
• like he can’t wait for little tiny babies who’s half you and half him to run around the house and play with him
• he’ll be such a good dad
• it took him like, surprisingly a very short time to say “i love you” to you
• he just, said “i love you” the morning after you two talked all of your feelings out which was like, a few weeks after you two became official
• he totally prefers just seeing you in person, but if he can’t, he’ll video chat you
• sometimes it gets, really weird like, johnny comes in the screen and then ten and then they’re dancing and having a contest on who can twerk better and taeyong’s disgusted
• it’s super funny
• or sometimes he’s laying down in the bed in the dark and just smiling and quietly asking you how your day was and how much you mean to him and something funny that happened that day
• you guys go and take walks a lot, you guys love the other members and their crazy, chaotic selves, but sometimes you guys enjoy the quiet, and the breeze, and the crunch of the leaves during the fall.
• you guys sometimes just, go into animal shelters and pet stores and play with the animals
• IT’S SUPER CUTE YOU HAVE LIKE 4495959969696 PICS OF TAEYONG W ANIMALS AND BABIES.
• you better love taeyong
• with all your heart
• i support this relationship yes i do yes
• pls don’t let my support go to waste
• lee taeyong deserves all the love
• HE LOVES YOU AND YOU LOVE HIM PLS BE HAPPY
OMG OK SO HERE’S TAEYONG!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE TAEYONG!!!!!! HE’S NOT MY BIAS BUT HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE!!!!! EVERYONE PLEASE LOVE THIS LITERAL CHILD!!!! LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!
also this was requested by @yuyukar !!!! (i was working on both hansol and taeyong at once haha) i hope you see this and i hope it’s good haha
deancas + soulmate high school au? but only if you want to! :')
Castiel had seen all the beautiful sentences others had written on their arms. Charlie’s “God, you’re beautiful”, Gabriel’s “Shall we dance?”, and he’d been envious all his life. He’d even glare at the normal quotes, the “Good morning, sir”, the “Can I help you?”, they were all better than what was written on his arm. He didn’t even know his soulmate yet, but he was already angry at them for making him walk around with this.
But nevertheless, he waited for the day his soulmate showed up. He hoped to hear this sentence sooner than later. Charlie had found her soulmate at the beginning of this year already and teased Cas endlessly that he’d have to wait for his soulmate another twenty years. But she helped him and pointed at handsome guys walking down the street, muttering that Castiel should maybe prepare.
Castiel had never hoped for someone to be his soulmate, until one morning in class, it plumped upon him.
Their teacher stood up before the class began and held up his hand.
“I’d like to introduce you to a new student, who’ll be in our class from now on. Please welcome Dean Winchester.” As he spoke, the door opened and the counselor walked in with next to him, a tall, broad guy. He was handsome in a casual way, his leather jacket worn and rough, his flannel simple and his jeans ripped at the knees. Castiel dropped his pen. Dean smiled, neither shy or arrogant, just smiled, and Castiel looked at Charlie for a moment. She shrugged, though she looked from him to Dean a few times. Castiel had often described to her that a guy like this would be the ultimate soulmate.
Dean looked around the room for a moment, then his eyes fell on Cas.
His smile changed, he seemed surprised and confused but Castiel was sure he’d never seen him before, and then Dean smiled again, pulling himself back.
“Alright,” their teacher said, “you can go find a place somewhere.”
Castiel suddenly wished he’d have chosen to sit alone that morning. Dean made his way to the closest empty place from Cas, a few seats ahead, and slipped down. He said a soft “Hey,” to the person next to him, then turned around and looked past the others, right at Cas.
Neither of them said something, but neither of them broke the eye contact either.
Just before people started noticing, Dean turned back around.
Castiel stared at the back of his head for the rest of the class, so intensely that he knew the way Dean’s hair curled at his ears before he’d even spoken to him.
During lunch, Charlie grabbed another plate and took an extra large desert for Cas.
“Just in case it’s him,” she told him and pushed it in his hand. “You gotta be prepared.”
Castiel slid down next to her when they got their food and started to eat, though he was barely hungry. He kept looking up, trying to spot the new guy, until he was suddenly walking straight towards them.
He held up his hand and waved. As he came closer, he opened his mouth as to say something, then his eyes slid to the plate in front of Cas.
“Where the hell did you get that apple pie, because I gotta get me at least three slices.”
Charlie made a soft sound and Cas got up instantly, staring at Dean. Finally, he thought.
He didn’t know what to say, other than that it was crazy that had to be the first sentence, of all sentences Dean could’ve said… All the teasing of his brothers, his friends, all the endless attempts to hide this one sentence from his arm…
“That was seriously the best you could come up with? That’s been on my arm my entire life.”
Dean dropped his bag and stared back. For a moment, he didn’t do anything, then he laughed softly. His smile grew larger and Cas suddenly noticed he had cute freckles covering his nose and cheeks, and that the laugh formed dimples.
“Sorry,” Dean smiled apologetically. “I just- I love pie.”
Castiel forgave him instantly.
He had always thought about this day, the moment he would meet his soulmate. But now it had happened, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do.
“Y-you can have it,” he said, blushing awkwardly. “It kind of… was meant for you, anyway.”
Dean sat down on the chair next to him, beaming, but not just because of the pie.
“Thank you.” He said. “What’s your name? I realized I don’t even know.”
“Castiel,” He answered breathlessly. “It’s good to finally meet you.”
“Yeah, Cas,” Dean said, not even looking at the pie anymore. “It’s really good to meet you too.”
Not a long time later, they would often get pie together. Most of the time Dean ate and Castiel watched, talked, and stole tiny pieces.
He’d always hoped to find his soulmate, but actually having him close to him every single day, felt better than he had imagined.
hi!! how are you?? your writing is incredible!! i was wondering if you could do a scenario where jungkook falls for a very very shy girl?? or a drabble about what jungkook dating a shy girl would be like?? i'm a very shy jungkook stan so i always imagine what it's like for him to date someone shyer than himself. thank you!! i hope you're having a good day!! xx
and i hope you’ll like my writing too, knowing that rose truly was a lil bit gifted (lmao she’ll kill me). i chose to do a list type of thing because i’m not good with drabbles or scenarios. i might try to do a tiny drabble later, though. :3
i hope you enjoy this, anonie~
(it’s kind of short, sorry for that e_e)
JUNGKOOK DATING SOMEONE SHY
first of all, only god knows how you two got together because he’s also a shy bean-
what’s that sound…?
NO NO NO IT’S 👏 COCKY 😫 NOCHU 👏 😧 COMING THRU 👄👄👄 GOTTA BLAST 👋👋 👅💦💦💦 💥🏃🏃
ok i’m sorry
but really though, jungkook is a dipshit and the fact that you are shy would make his ego jump over the roof. someone should put him down that’s why i want him to get a confident girlfriend/boyfriend
but yeah back to the drabble
first of all (for real this time) jeon jungkook will tease the hell out of you
and not cute teasing
but annoying and stupid teasing
and sometimes he will hurt you by teasing you too much, but it’s okay, jungkook is also very sweet and caring, so he will comfort you and cuddle you and tell you cute things and he won’t tease you for a long time
i’m already weak hold me
enjoys watching you blush, so will do anything to witness you blushing
he will do things like “oh wow look at smol/tol you lemme just get real close so that i can look down at you/see if we are at eye level hah”
i hope god is on your side because the smirking galore is literally never ending and you might pass out
i would pass out
he??? smirks every time he catches you looking at him??? AND EVEN BEFORE HE TURNS TO LOOK AT YOU BC HE’S THE GOLDEN MAKNAE AND FEELS AND KNOWS EVERYTHING
(i hate him)
will subtly try to feel you up in public and whispers dirty stuff in ur year and then laugh at flustered you (ONLY IF YOU’RE OK WITH THAT OF COURSE)
if you were very shy outside too, don’t worry. he’ll order for you stuff and also pay :)
i’m in actual pain jesus christ
he will find you cute nonetheless because he finds your shyness adorable and the faces you pull make his day and he’s fucking lame and whipped
will make you tiny gifts just so he can see your reaction
hopes that you will get over that shy state but doesn’t mind if you don’t
introduces you to his friends and when you act all cute he’s literally ‘awww'ing and pulling you into a side-hug, all bunny smile and shit
if you are a smol he will stand tall when you want to kiss him that jerk
if you are a toll then he would run away from you (like, in a playful way. probably wants you to see how shyness looks like idk he’s lame)
he’s melting for you anyway, doesn’t matter if you’re tol or smol, because you are so cute he thinks his heart will explode or implode or both when you act all shy and stuff and sometimes he wants to tell you that your cuteness makes his heart do the thing but even if he’s cocky nochu, he’s also shy
like, he would convince you to cuddle, and when he pulled you closed you made this tiny giggle or hid your face in his chest or something and wow he’s in fucking lovE
don’t get me wrong
he’ll be cocky like 80% of the day
BUT I’M STILL NOT OVER THAT CUDDLING IMAGE FML
but he’s also sweet like 5% and memey 15%
so he’s forgiven
btw you either get that killer smirk or that big big big bunny smile but it’s good anyway i guess
god, please love him i swear he loves you even if he acts like an asshole he’s super cute and scared so protect that tiny lil human bean
sorry for being so aggressive but i get full of emotions when i write about kook and i wanna explode bc bruh he’s perfect wtf
McQueen: OK… Here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed.
McQueen: One winner. 42 losers. I eat losers for breakfast.
McQueen: Breakfast. Wait, maybe I should have had breakfast. A little breck-y could be good for me. No,no,no, stay focused. Speed.
McQueen: I’m faster than fast. Quicker than quick. I am Lightning!
Mack: (knock-knock)Hey Lightning, are you ready?
McQueen: Oh, yeah. Lightning's ready.
Seller: Get your antenna here!
Fans: You got that right, Slick.
Bob Cutlass: Welcome back to the Dinoco 400. I’m Bob Cutlass, here with my good friend, Darrel Cartrip. We’re midway through what may turn out to be a historic day for racing.
Darrel Cartrip: Bob, my oil pressure’s through the roof right now. If this gets more exciting, they’re gonna have to tow me outta the booth!
Bob Cutlass: Right you are, Darrell. Three cars are tied for the season points lead, heading into the final race of the season. And the winner of this race Darrell, will win the season title and, the Piston Cup. Does The King, Strip Weathers, have one more victory in him before retirement?
Darrell: He’s been Dinoco’s golden boy for years! Can he win them one last Piston Cup?
Bob: And, as always, in the second place spot we find Chick Hicks. He’s been chasing that tailfin his entire career.
Darrell: Chick thought this was his year, Bob. His chance to finally emerge from The King’s shadow. But the last thing he expected was…Lightning McQueen!
Bob: You know, I don’t think anybody expected this. The rookie sensation come into the season unknown. But everyone knows him now.
Darrell: Will he be the first rookie to win a Piston Cup and land Dinoco?
Bob: The legend, the runner up, and the rookie! Three cars, one champion!
Chick: No you don’t.
Fans: Oohh. What a ride!
Fans: Go get'em, McQueen! Go get'em!
Fans: We love you, Lightning!
Chick: Dinoco is all mine.
Race car: Ahhhh!
Darrell: Trouble, turn three!
Chick: Haha. Get through that, Mcqueen.
Bob: Ouw.. A huge crash behind the leaders!
Bob: Wait a second, Darrell. McQueen is in the wreckage.
Darrell: There’s no way the rookie can make it through! Not in one piece that is.
Mia & Tia: Lightning, ahhh.
Darrell: Look at that, McQueen made it through!
Bob: Man, a spectacular move by Lightning McQueen.
McQueen: Yeah! Ka-chow!
Fans: McQueen (7X)
Fan: Yeah McQueen! Ka-chow!
Bob: While everyone else heads into the pits, McQueen stays out to take the lead!
Broken car: Don’t take me out coach. I can still race!
Chick: Haha. What do you think boys? A thing of beauty.
Chick’s coach: McQueen made it through!
Chick’s coach: He’s not pitting!
Chick: Come on! Get me out there! Let’s go! Get me back out there! Come on!
Bob: McQueen’s not going into the pits!
Darrell: You know the rookie just fired his crew chief. That’s the third one this season!
Bob: Well he says he likes working alone Darrell.
Chick’s coach: Go, go, go!
Bob: Looks like Chick got caught up in the pits.
Darrell: Yeah, after a stop like that, he’s got a lot of ground to make up.Get ready boys, we’re coming to the restart!
Chick: Come on, come on, come on!
McQueen’s crew: We need tires now! Come on, let’s go!
McQueen: No,no,no,no! No tires, just gas!
McQueen’s crew: What! You need tires, you idiot!
Darrell: Looks like it’s all gas-and-go’s for McQueen today.
Bob: That’s right. No tires again.
Darrell: Normally I said a short-term gain, long-term loss, but it’s sure is workin’ for him. He obviously knows somethin’ we don’t know.
Bob: This is it Darrell, one lap to go and Lightning McQueen has a huge lead.
Darrell: All he’s got it in the bag. Call in the dogs and put out the fire! We’re gonna crown us a new champion!
McQueen: Checkered flag, here I come!
Darrell: Oh, no! McQueen has blown a tire!
Bob: And with only one turn to go! Can he make it?
McQueen’s crew: You fool!
The King’s Coach: McQueen’s blown a tire!, McQueen’s blown a tire! Go,go,go!
Darrell: He lost another tire! The King and Chick are coming up fast!
Bob: They’re entering turn three!
McQueen: Come on.
Darrell: I don’t belive what I’m watching, Bob!
Darrell: Lightning McQueen is hundred feet from his Piston Cup!
Bob: The King and Chick rounding turn four.
Darrell: Down the stretch they come! And it’s, and it’s…
Bob: It’s too close to call! Too close to call!
Darrell: I don’t belive it! (2X)
Mia & Tia: Lightning!
Bob: The most spectacular, amazing unequivocally, unbelievable ending in the history of the world! And we don’t even know who won!
Darrell: Look at that!
Security: Hey, no cameras! Get outta here!
Kori Turbowitz: We’re here in Victory Lane, awaiting the race results. McQueen that was quite a risky move, not taking tires.
McQueen crew: Tell me about it.
Kori Turbowitz: Are you sorry you don’t have a crew chief out there?
McQueen’s Crew: Hah!
McQueen: Oh Kori. There’s a lot more to racing than just winning. I mean, taking the race by a full lap… Where’s the entertainment in that? No no no… I wanted to give folks a little sizzle.
McQueen’s crew: Sizzle?
McQueen: Am I sorry I don’t have a crew chief? No, I’m not. Cause I’m a one-man show.
McQueen crew: Whats? Oh, yeah right.
Kori Turbowitz: That was a very confident Lightning McQueen. Coming to you live from Victory Lane, I’m Kori Turbowitz.
Cameramen: Hey, get out of the shot!
McQueen: Yo, Chuck, what are you doing? You’re blocking the camera. Everyone wants to see the bolt.
McQuenn crew: What?
McQueen: Now, back away.
McQueen’s crew: Ahh! That’s it. Come on guys.
McQueen: Whoa, team! Where are going?
McQueen’s crew: We quit, Mr. One-Man Show!
McQueen: Oh, OK, leave. Fine. Hahaha. How will I ever find anyone else who knows how to fill me up with gas? Adios Chuck!
McQueen’s crew: And my name is not Chuck!
McQueen: Oh, whatever.
Chuck: Hey, Lightning! Yo! McQueen! Seriously, that was some pretty darn nice racin’ out there. By me! Hahaha!
Chick’s crew: Zinger
Chick: Welcome to the Chick era, baby! The Piston Cup… It’s mine dude. It’s mine. Hey fellas, how do you think I’m look in Dinoco blue? Dinoco blue! Hahaha!
McQueen: In your dreams Thunder.
Chick: Yeah, right. Thunder? What’s he talkin’ about, “Thunder”?
McQueen: You know, cause’ thunder always comes after lightning. Pew, Kaka-phow!
Chick: Who here knew about the thunder thing?
Chick’s crew: I didn’t.
Cameramen: Give us the bolt!
Cameramen: That’s right.
Cameramen: Right in the lens.
Cameramen: Show me the bolt, baby!
Cameramen: Smile, McQueen!
Cameramen: Show me the bolt, McQueen!
Cameramen: That’s it!
Tex: Ohh we, that was one close finish. You sure made Dinoco proud. Thank you, King.
The King: Well, Tex, you’ve been good to me all these years. It’s the least I could do.
Dear: Whatever happens, you’re winner to me, you old daddy rabbit.
The King: Thanks, dear. We wouldn’t be nothing without you.
Mia: I’m Mia.
Tia: I’m Tia.
Mia & Tia: We’re like your biggest fans! Ka-chow!
McQueen: I love being me.
Security: OK, girls, that’s it.
Mia & Tia: We love you, Lightning!
Some guys far away: We love you more!!
The King: Hey, buddy. You’re one gutsy racer.
McQueen: Oh, hey, Mr. The King.
The King: You got more talent in one lug nut than a lot of cars has got in their whole body.
McQueen: Really? Oh, that…
The King: But you’re stupid.
McQueen: Excuse me?
The King: This ain’t a one-man deal, kid. You need to wise-up and get you self a good crew chief and a good team. And you ain’t gonna win unless you got good folks behind you, and you let them do their job, like they should. Like I tell the boys at the shop…
McQueen: A good team. Yeahhh.
Mia & Tia: Oh, McQueen.
The King: If you figure that out, you just gonna be OK.
McQueen: Oh, yeah, that.. That is spectacular advice. Thank you Mr. The King.
Speaker: Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in Piston Cup history…
McQueen: A rookie has won the Piston Cup. Yes!!
Speaker: We have a three-way tie.
Chick: Oh, ho. Hey, McQueen, that must be really embarrassing. But I wouldn’t be worry about it. Because I didn’t do it! Hahaha!
Speaker: Piston Cup officials have determined that a tiebreaker race between the three leaders will be held in California in one week.
Chick: Well, thank you! Thanks to all of you out there! Thank you! Hey, rook, first one to California gets Dinoco all to himself. Ahh! No, not me! No, you rock, and you know that!
Balloon: Oh, yeah! Woaah!!
McQueen: First one to California gets Dinoco all to himself. Ohh, we’ll see who gets there first, Chick. Huh?
Mack: Hey, kid! Congrats on the tie.
McQueen: I don’t want to talk about it. Come on, let’s go, Mack. Saddle up. What’d you do with my trailer?
Mack: I parked it at your sponsor’s tent.
Mack: You gotta make your personal appearance.
McQueen: No. No! No,no,no,no!
McQueen: Yes, yes, yes! Lightning McQueen here. And I use Rust-eze Medicated Bumper Ointment, new rear end formula! Nothing soothes rusty bumper like Rust-eze.
McQueen: Wow! Look at that shine! Use Rust-eze and you too can look like me! Ka-chow!
Rust-eze Car: Hahaha. I met this car from Swampscott. He was so rusty he didn’t even cast a shadow.
Rust-eze Van: You could see his dirty undercarriage. Hahaha.
McQueen: Uahh! I hate rusty cars. This is not good for my image.
Mack: They did give you your big break. Besides, it’s in your contract.
McQueen: Oh, will you stop please? Just go get hooked up.
Rust-eze Van: Winter is a grand old time.
Rust-eze Car: Of this there are no ifs or buts.
Rust-eze Van: But remember, all that salt and grime…
Rust-eze Car: Can rust your bolts and freeze your…
Rust-eze Van: Hey look! There he is! Our almost champ! Victory ran to your rear end in here, kid.
Fan: Lightning McQueen, you are wicked fast!
Fan: That race was a pisser!
Fan: You were booking McQueen!
McQueen: Give me a little room guys.
Fred: You’re my hero Mr.McQueen.
McQueen: Yes, I know. Fred, Fred, thank you.
Fred: He knows my name. He knows my name!
Rust-eze Van: Looking good, Freddie!
Rust-eze Car: Thanks to you Lightning, we had a banner year!
Rust-eze Van: We might clear enough to buy you some headlights.
Rust-eze Car: Are you saying he doesn’t have headlights?
Rust-eze Van: That’s what I’m telling ya. It’s just stickers!
McQueen: Well, you know, racecars don’t need headlights, because the track is always lit.
Rust-eze Car: Yeah, well,so is my brother, but he still needs headlights.
McQueen: Hahaha! Ha!! Hahaha!!
Rust-eze Car: Ladies and gentlemen, Lightning McQueen!
Fans: Free Bird!
McQueen: You know, the Rust-eze Medicated Bumper Ointment team ran a great race today. And remember, with a little Rust-eze...And an insane amount of luck, you too can look like me. Ka-chow.
Rust-eze Car: Hey, kid.
Rust-eze Van: We love ya. And we’re looking forward to another great year. Just like this year. Hahaha.
McQueen: Not on your life.
Rust-eze Car: Don’t drive like my brother!
Rust-eze Van: Oh Yeah, don’t drive like my brother!
Mack: California, here we come!
McQueen: Dinoco, here we come!
McQueen: I needed this. Hello?
Harv: Is this Lightning McQueen, the world’s fastest racing machine?
McQueen: Is this Harv, the world’s greatest agent?
Harv: And it is such a honor to be your agent and it almost hurts to take ten percent of your winnings and merchandising. And ancillary rights in perpetuity. Anyway, what a race! Hot champ! I didn’t see it, but I heard you were great.
McQueen: Thanks, Harv.
Harv: Listen, they’re giving you 20 tickets for the tiebreaker thing in Cali. I’ll pass ‘em on to your friends. You shoot me the names. You let Harv rock it for you. All right, baby?
McQueen: Right. Friends. Yes, there’s a…
Harv: OK, I get it, Mr.Popular. So many friends you can’t even narrow it down. Hey, when you get to town, you better make time for your best friend! You gotta break bread with your mishpoacheh here!
McQueen: Yeah, yeah, that’d be great! We should totally…
Harv: Ok, I gotta jump, kid. Let me know how it goes. I’m out.
McQueen: What? A minivan? Oh, come on Mack, you’re in the slow lane. This is Lightning McQueen you’re hauling here.
Mack: Just stopping off for a quick breather, kid. Old Mack needs a rest.
McQueen: Absolutely not.
McQueen: We’re driving straight to all night till we get to California. We agreed to it.
Mack: All night? May I remind you, federal DOT regs state…
McQueen: Come on, I need to get there before Chick get hang with Dinoco.
Mack: Ahh, all those sleeping trucks. Hey kid, I don’t know if I can make it.
McQueen: Oh, sure you can, Mack. Look, it’ll be easy. I’ll stay up with you.
Mack: All night?
McQueen: All night long.
Snot Rod: Ah, ahh, achowww!
Boost: Hey, yo, DJ.
DJ: What up?
Boost: We got ourselves a nodder.
Mack: Pretty music.
Boost: Yo, Wingo! Lane change, man.
Wingo: Right back at ya! Hahaha.
Snot Rod: Yeah!
Boost: Oops! I missed.
Snot Rod: You going on vacation?
Tuner team: Hahaha.
Boost: Oh, no, Snot Rod…
Wingo: He’s gonna blow!
Snot Rod: Ahh…ahhh…ahhh…achoowww!!!
Mack: Gesundheit! Hoho. One should never drive while drowsy.
McQueen: Hey,Mack! Mack!
McQueen: Mack,wait for me!
McQueen: Mack! Mack!
McQueen: Mack! Mack…
McQueen:...wait up! Mack.
McQueen: Mack! Mack!
McQueen: What?You're not Mack.
Peterbilt: Mack?I ain’t no Mack!I’m a Peterbilt, for dang sake!
Peterbilt: Turn on your lights, you moron!
McQueen: Mack… The Interstate!
Sheriff: Ahh!. Not in my town, you don’t.
McQueen: Oh, no…Oh, maybe he can help me! He’s shooting at me! Why is he shooting at me!
Sheriff: I haven’t gone this fast in years. I’m gonna blow a gasket or somethin’.
McQueen: Serpentine! Serpentine, serpentine!
Sheriff: What in the blue blazes? Crazy hot rodder.
Filmore: I’m telling you, man, every third blink is slower.
Sarge: The sixties weren’t good for you, were they?
McQueen: What? That’s not the Interstate! Ahh ho, Auw, auw,auw! Ahhhh! No, no, no, no!
Filmore: I’m not the only seeing this, right?
Filmore: Whoa man.
Ramone: Hey, you scratch my paint!
McQueen: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Luigi: My tires!
Filmore: Fly away, Stanley. Be free!
Sheriff: Boy, you’re in a heap of trouble.
Kori Turbowitz: We’re live at the Los Angeles International Speedway as the first competitor, Lightning McQueen, is arriving at the track.
Cameramen: Is it true he’s gonna pose for Cargirl?
Cameramen: Lightning, what’s your strategy? Woahh!
Mack: What? Did I forget to wipe my mud flaps?
News: McQueen’s driver arrived in California, but McQueen was missing.
News: Racecar Lightning McQueen was reported missing.
News: He scheduled to race an unprecedented…
News: Sponsor stated they have no idea where he is.
Junior: I hope Lightning's OK. I sure hate to see anything bad happen to him.
Jay Limo: I don’t know what’s harder to find, Lightning McQueen or a crew chief who’ll work for him!
Hummer: Lightning McQueen must be found at all costs!
News: They’re all asking the same question: Where is McQueen?
McQueen: Oh, boy. Where am I?
Mater: Mornin’, sleepin’ beauty!
Mater: Hahaha! Boy, I was wonderin’ when you was gonna wake up.
McQueen: Take whatever you want! Just don’t hurt me! a parking boot? Why do I have a parking boot on? What’s going on here? Please!
Mater: You’re funny. I like you already. My name’s Mater.
Mater: Yeah, like “tuh-mater”, but without the “tuh”. What’s your name?
McQueen: You don’t know my name?
Mater: Uhh, no, I know your name. Is your name Mater too?
McQueen: What? Look, I need to get to California as fast as possible. Where am I?
Mater: Where are you? Shoot! You’re in Radiator Springs. The cutest little town in Carburetor County.
McQueen: Oh, great. Just great!
Mater: Well, if you think that’s great, you should see the rest of the town.
McQueen: You know, I’d love to see the rest of the town! So if you could just open the gate, take this boot off, you and me, we go cruisin’, check out the local scene…
McQueen: How’d that be, Tuh-Mater?
Sheriff: Mater! What did I tell you about talkin’ to the accused?
Mater: To not to.
Sheriff: Well, quit yer yappin’ and tow this delinquent road hazard to traffic court.
Mater: Well, we’ll talk later, Mater. Haha. “Later, Mater.” That’s funny!
Sheriff: The Radiator Springs Traffic Court will come to order!
Ramone: Hey, you scratched my paint! I ought take a blowtorch to you, man!
Luigi: You broke-a the road! You a very bad car!
Fillmore: Fascist! Commie!
McQueen: Officer, talk to me, babe. How long is this gonna take? I gotta get to California, pronto.
Sheriff: Where’s your lawyer?
McQueen: Tuh, I don’t know. Tahiti maybe. He’s got a timeshare there.
Sheriff: When a defendant has no lawyer, the court will assign one to him. Hey! Anyone want to be his lawyer?
Mater: Shoot, I’ll do it, Sheriff!
Sheriff: All rise! The Honorable Doc Hudson presiding.
Sheriff: May Doc have mercy on your soul.
Doc Hudson: All right, I wanna know who’s responsible for wreckin’ my town, Sheriff. I wanna his hood on a platter! I’m gonna put him in jail till he rots! No, check that. I’m gonna put him in jail till the jail rots on top of him, and then I’m gonna move him to a new jail and let that jail rot. I’m… Throw him out of here, Sheriff. I want him out of my courtroom. I want him out of our town! Case dismissed.
Mater: Boy, I’m purty good at this lawyerin’ stuff.
Sally: Sorry I’m late, Your Honor!
McQueen: Holy Porsche! She’s gotta be from my attorney’s office. Hey, thanks for comin’, we’re all set. He’s letting me go.
Sally: He’s letting you go?
McQueen: Yeah, your job’s pretty easy today. All you have to do now is stand there and let me look at you. Listen, I’m gonna cut to the chase. Me, you, dinner. Ka-chow!
Sally: What the…? Auww! Please!
McQueen: I know, I get that reaction a lot. I create feelings in others that they themselves don’t understand.
Sally: Ohhh, auww!
McQueen: Oh, I’m sorry. Did I scare you?
Mater: Well, a little bit, but I’ll be alright.
Sally: OK. I’m gonna go talk to the judge.
McQueen: Do what you gotta do, baby. Oh, but listen. Be careful. Folks around here are not firing on all cylinders, if you know what I mean.
Mater: Ka-ching! Auww!
Sally: I’ll keep that in mind. Hey there, Mater.
Mater: Howdy, Sally.
Sally: Hi, folks!
Folks: Good morning! Sally.
McQueen: You know her?
Mater: She’s the town attorney and my fiancee.
Mater: Nah, I’m just kiddin’. She just like me for my body.
Sally: Doc, you look great this morning. Did you do something different with your side view mirrors?
Doc: What do you want, Sally?
Sally: Ah, come on, make this guy fix the road. The town needs this.
Doc: No. I know his type. Racecar. That’s the last thing this town needs.
Sally: OK, I didn’t want to have to do this, Doc, but you leave me no choice. Fellow citizens, you’re all aware of our town’s proud history.
Doc: Here she goes again.
Sally: Radiator Springs, the glorious jewel strung on the necklage of Route 66, the mother road! It is our job and our pleasure to take care of the travelers on our stretch of that road.
Sarge: Travelers? What travelers?
Filmore: Ignore him.
Sally: But how, I ask you, are we to care for those travelers if there is no road for them to drive on? Luigi, what do you have at your store?
Sally: And if no one can get to you?
Luigi: I won’t sell any…tires. I will lose everything! Ohho.
Sally: Flo, what do you have at your store?
Flo: I have gas. Lotsa gas!
Sally: OK boys, stay with me. And, and, Flo, what’ll happen if no one can come to your station to buy gas?
Flo: I’ll go outta business and… we’ll have to leave town.
Sally: And what’s gonna happen to all of us if Flo leaves town and closes her station?
Folks: Without gas, we’re done for!
Sally: So, don’t you think the car responsible should fix our road?
Lizzie: The only guy strong enough to fix that road is Big Al!
Ramone: Lizzie, the guy left, like, 15 years ago.
Lizzie: Then why are you bringing him up, you lemon?
Sally: Oh, he can do it. He’s got the horsepower. So, what do you want him to do?
Folks: Fix the road!
Sally: Because we are a town worth fixing!
Doc: Order in the court! Seems like my mind has been changed for me.
Filmore: Nice rulin’.
McQueen: Ohh, I am so not take you to dinner.
Sally: That’s OK, Stickers. You can take Bessie.
Mater: Oh man, you got to work with Bessie! I’d give my left two lug nuts for somethin’ like that.
McQueen: Bessie? Who’s Bessie?
Doc: This here is Bessie, finest road-pavin’ machine ever built. I’m hereby sentencing you to community service. You’re gonna fix the road under my supervision.
McQueen: What? This place is crazy!
Mater: Hey, I know this may be a bad time right now, but tha, you owe me $32,000 in legal fees.
Doc: So we’re gonna hitch you up to sweet Bessie, and you’re gonna pull her nice.
McQueen: You’re gotta be kidding me.
Doc: You start there where the road begins, you finish down there where the road ends.
Mater: Holy shoot!
McQueen: Whoa, whoa, whoa! How long is this gonna take?
Doc: Well, fella does it right, should take him about five days.
McQueen: Five days? But I should be in California schmoozing Dinoco right now!
Doc: Then if I were you, I’d quit yappin and start workin’! Hook him up, Mater.
Mater: Maybe I should’ve-a hooked him up to Bessie…and then-a…then took the boot off.
McQueen: Wuuuhuuu! Goodbye, Radiator Springs, and goodbye, Bessie! California, here I come! Yeah! Oh, fell that wind. Yes! No,no,no,no! Outta gas? How can I be outta gas?
Sheriff: Hahaha. Boy, we ain’t as dumb as you think we are.
McQueen: But,but,but how did, how did…you...?
Sally: We siphoned your gas while you were passed out. Ka-chow.
Filmore: Hai, Sheriff.
Luigi: Why the tires are here?
Guido: Sono sempre stati qui.
Luigi: They were better well before.
Guido: Stai sempre a parlare.
Lizzie: Red, can you move over? I want to get look at that sexy hot rod.
Mater: You know, I used to be a purty good whistler. I can’t do it now of course, on account of sometimes I get fluid built up in my engine block, but Doc said he’s gonna fix it dough. He can fix about anything. That’s why we made him the judge. Boy, you shoulda heard me on Giddy-up, Oom Papa Mow Mow. Now, I’m not one to brag, but people come purty far to see me get low on the “Mow-Mow”.
McQueen: Ah? Ah, man, that’s just great!
Mater: Hey, what’s wrong?
McQueen: My lucky sticker’s all dirty.
Mater: Thaah, that ain’t nothin’. I’ll clean it for ya.
McQueen: No,no,no! That wouldn’t be necessary. Hey! Hey, big fella! Yeah, you in the red! I could use a little hose down. Help me wash this off. What, where’s he goin’?
Mater: Oh, he’s still a little bit shy, and he hates you for killin’ his flowers.
McQueen: I shouldn’t have to put up with this. I’m a precision instrument of speed and aerodynamics.
Mater: You hurt your what?
McQueen: I’m a very famous racecar!
Luigi: You are a famous racecar? A real racecar?
McQueen: Yes, I’m a real racecar. What do you think? Look at me.
Luigi: I have followed racing my entire life of my whole life!
McQueen: Then you know who I am. I’m Lightning McQueen.
Luigi: Lightening McQueen!
McQueen: Yes! Yes!
Luigi: I must scream it to the world! My excitement from the top of someplace very high! Do you know many Ferraris?
McQueen: No,no,no. They race on the European circuit. I’m in the Piston Cup! What?
Luigi: Luigi follow only the Ferraris.
Flo: Is that what I think it is?
Sally: Customers. Customers! Customers, everyone! Customers! OK.
Sally: All right, everybody calm down for a long time. Just remember what we rehearsed. Make sure your “Open, please come in” signs are out. And you all know what to do. All right, nobody panics. Here we go!
Minny: Van, I just don’t see any on-ramp anywhere.
Van: Minny, I know exactly where we are.
Minny: Yeah, we’re in the middle of nowhere.
Van: Honey, please.
Sally: Hello. Welcome to Radiator Springs, gateway to Ornament Valley. Legendary for it’s quality service and friendly hospitality. How can we help you?
Van: We don’t need anything, thank you very much.
Minny: Whoa, honey ask her direction to the Interstate.
Van: There’s no need to ask for directions. Minny, I know exactly where we’re going.
Minny: He did the same thing on our trip to Shakopee. You know, we were headed over there for the Crazy Days, and we…
Van: OK,OK. Really. We’re just peachy, OK?
Filmore: What you really need is the sweet taste of my homemade, organic fuel.
Van: No, it doesn’t agree with my tank.
Minny: We’re just trying to find the Interstate.
Sarge: Good to see you, Soldier! Come on by Sarge’s Surplus Hut for all your government surplus needs.
Minny: Ohh, honey, surplus!
Van: I think we have too much surplus.
Sally: I do have a map over the Cozy Cone Motel. And if you do stay, we offer a free Lincoln Continental breakfast.
Minny: Honey, she’s got a map.
Van: I don’t need a map! I have the GPS. Never need a map again, thank you.
Flo: How 'bout somethin’ to drink? Stop at Flo’s V8 Cafe. Finest fuel on Route 66.
Van: No, we just top off.
Luigi: And if you need tires, stop by Luigi’s Casa Della Tires, home of the Leaning Tower of Tires.
Minny: We’re just trying to find the Interstate.
Ramone: But you do need a paint job man. Ramone will paint you up right. Hey, anything you want! You know, like a flame job.
Minny: No, thanks…
Ramone: Maybe ghost flames! You like old school pinstripin’? Von Dutch style ha?
Minny: Oh, honey, look. Von Dutch.
Van: Oh, ho, OK, no. Ahahaha. We’re gonna be going now, OK? Auww!
Lizzie: A little somethin’ to remember us by, OK?
Van: Oh,ha,ha. OK!
Sally: Come back soon, OK? I mean, you know where we are! Tell your friends!
Van: HohohOK! Yes. You bet.
Minny: Thanks again, folks. Bye-bye now.
McQueen: Psst! Psst! Hey! Hey, hey,hey! I know how to get to the Interstate!
Minny: Oh, do ya?
Van: Minny, no.
McQueen: Yeah, yeah,yeah. No, not really. But listen. I’m Lightning McQueen, the famous racecar. I’m being held heren against my will. And I need you to call my team, so they can rescue me, and get me to California in time for me to win The Piston Cup. Do you understand?
McQueen: No,no,no,no,no. No, It’s the truth! I’m telling you! You gotta help me! Don’t leave me here! I’m in hillbilly hell! My IQ’s dropping by the second! I’m becoming one of them!
Sally: OK, don’t worry. They know where we are now. They’re gonna tell their friends. You’ll see.
Radio: And we’ll be back for our Hank Williams marathon...
Sally: That’s good.
Radio:…after a Piston Cup update. Still no sign of Lightning McQueen. Meanwhile, Chick Hicks arrived in California and today became the first car to spend practice time on the track.
Chick: Yeah, well it’s just nice to get out here before the other competitors. You know, get a headstart. Gives me an edge.
Chick: Hey, McQueen… Eat your heart out.
McQueen: Mater, let me get this straight. I can go when this road is done. That’s the deal, right?
Mater: That’s what they done did said.
McQueen: OK. Outta my way. I got a road to finish.
Mater: He’s done!
Doc: It’s only been an hour.
McQueen: I’m done. Look, I’m finished. Just say thank you, and I’ll be on my way. That’s all I gotta say.
Mater: Weehoo! I’m the first one on the new road! Ahho! It rides purty smooth.
Sally: It looks awful!
McQueen: Well, it matches the rest of the town.
Red: Umph, huhuhuh.
Sally: Red. Who do you think you are?
McQueen: Look, Doc said when I finish, I could go. That was the deal.
Doc: The deal was you fix the road, not making it worse. Now, scrape it off! Start over again.
McQueen: Hey, look, grandpa, I’m not a bulldozer. I’m a racecar.
Doc: Hohoho. Is that right? Then why don’t we just have a little race? Me and you.
McQueen: Hohoho. Me and you. Is that a joke?
Doc: If you win, you go and I fix the road. If I win, you do the road my way.
Sheriff: Doc, what’re you doin’?
McQueen: Hahaha. I don’t mean to be rude here Doc, but you probably go zero to sixty in like what? Three-point-five years?
Doc: Then I reckon you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.
McQueen: You know what old timer? That’s a wonderful idea. Let’s race.
Sheriff: Gentlemen, this will be a one-lap race. You will drive to Willy’s Butte, go around Willy’s Butte and come back. There will be no bumpin’, no cheatin’, no spittin’, no bittin’, no road rage, no maimin’, no oil slickin’, no pushin’, no shovin’, no backstabbin’, no road-hoggin’ and no lollygaggin’.
McQueen: Speed. I’m speed. Float like a Cadillac, sting like a Beemer.
Luigi: OhHohohoo. My friend Guido, he dream to give a real racecar a pit stop.
Guido: Pit stop.
McQueen: Aa, haha. The race is only one lap, guys. Uno lappo! Don’t need any help. I work solo mio.
Luigi: Fine. Race your way.
McQueen: No pit stoppo. Comprendo?
Sheriff: Gentlemen. Start your engines!
Ramone: Hijole! Check that out!
Flo: Emm, emm.
Sally: Great idea, Doc. Now the road will never get done.
Luigi: Hohoho. On your mark, get set. Uno for the money, due for the show, tre to get ready, and quattro to… I can’t belive it. Go!! Hahaha.
Doc: Yehaa! Hahaha!
Luigi: Huh? Doc, the flag means go. Remember the flag. Here we go. Go.
Ramone: Uhh, Doc, what are you doing, man?
Doc: Oh, dear. It would seem I’m off to a poor start. Well, better late than never. Come on, Mater. Might need a little help.
Mater: Ahh, OK.
Doc: You got your tow cable?
Mater: Well, yeah. I always got my tow cable. Why?
Doc: Ohh, just in case.
Ramone: Oh, man! Auww!!
Filmore: Whoa. Bad trip, man.
Doc: Hey! Was that floatin’ like a Cadillac, or was that stingin’ like a Beemer? I’m confused.
Doc: You drive like you fix roads. Lousy! Have fun fishin’, Mater
Mater: I’m startin’ to think he knowed you was gonna crash!
McQueen: Thank you, Mater. Thank you.
McQueen: I can make a little turn on dirt. You think? No. And now I’m a day behind. I’m never gonna get outta here!
Ramone: Hey, ese! You need a new paint job, man!
McQueen: No, thank you.
Filmore: How 'bout some organic fuel?
Sarge: That freak juice?
Flo: Whooh, watchin’ him workin’ is makin’ me thirsty. Anybody else want somethin’ to drink?
Mater: Nah, not me, Flo. I’m on one of them there special diets. I’m a precisional instrument of speed and aero-matics.
McQueen: “You race like you fix roads.” I’ll show him. I will show him!
McQueen: Great! I hate it! Hate, hate, hate, hate it!!
Doc: Haha. Music. Sweet music.
Sally: Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
McQueen: Radiator Springs, a happy place.
McQueen: Whoa, OK, Bessie you think that funny? Great! I’m talking to Bessie now! I’m talkin to Bessie!!
Mater: Mornin’, Sally! Hey, look at this here fancy new road that Lightnin’ McQueen done just made!
Sally: Yes! Amazing!
Flo: Ohh, Ramone, Mama ain’t seen you that low in years.
Ramone: I haven’t seen a road like this in years.
Flo: Well, then let’s cruise, baby.
Ramone: Low and slow.
Luigi: E Bellissima! It’s beautiful! Guido, look, it’s a like it was paved by angels. Ohhh.
Mater: Oh, I tell you what. I bet even the roads on the moon ain’t this smooth.
Sally: Doc, look at this. Shoulda tossed him into the cactus a lot sooner, huh?
Doc: Well, he ain’t finished yet. Still got a long way to go.
Luigi: Guido, look at Luigi! Hahaha. This is fantastico!
Sally: That looks like fun! Mater, I got dibs, next turn!
Lizzie: Hey, Luigi, this new road makes your place look like a dump.
Luigi: Ahhh, that crazy old devil woman. Ohh, ohh. She’s right!
Sally: Ohh, ahh!
Doc: That punk actually did a good jab. Well, now… where the hack is he?
Doc: Sheriff! Is he makin’ another run for it?
Sheriff: No,no. He ran outta asphalt in the middle of the night, asked me if he could come down here. All he’s tryin’ to do is make that there turn.
McQueen: No,no,no,no! Ohh, great. Perfect turns on every track I’ve ever raced on.
Doc: Sheriff, why don’t you go get yourself a quart of oil at Flo’s.
Doc: I’ll keep an eye on him.
Sheriff: Well, thanks, Doc. I’ve been feelin’ a quart low.
McQueen: Ahhhhh! Phuahh, thahh!
Doc: This ain’t asphalt, son. This is dirt.
McQueen: Oh, great. What do you want? You hear to gloat?
Doc: You don’t have three-wheel brakes, so you got to pitch it hard, break it loose and then just drive it with the throttle. Give it too much, you’ll be outta the dirt and into the tulips.
McQueen: So you’re a judge, a doctor and a racing expert.
Doc: I’ll put it simple. If you goin’ hard enough left, you’ll find yourself turnin’ right.
McQueen: Ooo, right. That makes perfect sense. Turn right to go left. Yes! Thank you! Or should I say,“No thank you”? Because in Opposite World, maybe that really means, “Thank you”! Tuh, crazy grandpa car. What an idiot!
McQueen: Turn right to go left. Oh. Whoa, auwwww. Oh, that… AUUUUUWWWWWW!!!
McQueen: Turn right to go left. Guess what. I tried it. You know what? This crazy thing happened... I went right!
Lizzie: You keep talkin’ to yourself, people’ll think you crazy.
McQueen: Thanks for the tip.
Lizzie: What? I wasn’t talkin’ to you.
Sally: Oh, Guido, e bellissimo!
Guido: Che cosa?
Sally: It looks great! This is great!
Guido: Ti piace, eh? Si, si, bellissimo.
Mater: Ummmph. Oh, lord. Hehehe.
Sheriff: Mater! I need you to watch the prisoner tonight.
Mater: Well, dad-gum! Wait a minute, what if he tries to run again?
Sheriff: Just let him run outta gas and tow him on back. But keep an eye on him.
Mater: Yes, sir!
McQueen: While I’m stuck here paving this stinkin’ road, Chick’s in California schmoozing Dinoco. My Dinoco. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who’s touching me?
Luigi: You have a slow leak. Guido, he fix. You make a such a nice new road. You come to my shop. Luigi take a good care of you. Eventhough you not a Ferrari. You buy four tires, I give you a full size spare absolutely free!
McQueen: Look, I get all my tires for free.
Luigi: Hohoho.. I like your style, eh? You drive the hard bargain. OK. Luigi make you a new deal. You buy one tire, I give you three for free!
Flo: Aaa… Would you look at that? Ramone, Ramone!
Luigi: Then Luigi make you a new deal
McQueen: No,no,no,no. Deal me out. Pass. No, thank you.
Luigi: No,no,no,no,no. This is it. My last offer. You buy one tire, I give you seven-a snow tire for all free! Done. You interested, you call me. You know where I am.
McQueen: Fuuuhhh. Ahhhh. Stop! Let me…Tuhh, puahh!!
sally: Oh, Red, you missed a spot. See it right there? On the hood right there.
McQueen: No, no! Noooo!! Stop, stop! That cold!! Help! Please! Stop!
Sally: Thanks, Red.
McQueen: What was that for?
Sally: Do you want to stay at the Cozy Cone or what?
Sally: And if you do, you gotta be clean. 'Cause even here in hillibilly hell we have standards.
McQueen: What,I…? I don’t get it.
Sally: Nothing I just thought I’d say thank you for doin’ a great job. So I thought I’d let you stay with me. I mean, not with me! But there. Not with me there, but there in your own Cozy Cone. And I’d be in my cone, and it’s…
McQueen: Wait. Wait, you’re being nice to me.
Sally: I mean if you want to stay at the dirty impound, thats, thats fine. You know, I understand you criminal types.
McQueen: No,no,no,no. That’s OK. Yeah, the Cozy Cone.
Sally: Ehhh. It’s newly refurbished
McQueen: Haha. Yeah, it’s like a clever little twist the motel’s made out of caution cones, which, of course, cars usually try to avoid, now we’re gonna stay in them. Haha. That’s funny.
Sally: Figure that all out on your own, did you? Cone number one, if you want.
McQueen: Hey, do I spy a little pinstriping tattoo back there?
Sally: Auuww. Haha. That’s just a… Ahhahaha. Auuww. You saw that? Yeah! Just gonna be going. Gonna…Yeah.
Mater: You know, I once knew this girl Doreen. Good-lookin’ girl. Looked just like a Jaguar, only she was a truck! You know, I used to crash into her, just so I could spoke to her.
McQueen: What are you talking about?
Mater: I don’t know. Hey, I know somethin’ we can do tonight, 'cause I’m in charge of watchin’ you!
McQueen: No, Mater, I gotta finish this road, and I have to get out of here.
Mater: Well, that’s all right, Mr. I Can’t Turn On Dirt. You probably couldn’t handle it anyway.
McQueen: Whoa, whoa, easy now, Mater. You know who you’re talkin’ to? This is Lightning McQueen. I can handle anything.
McQueen: Mater, I’m not doin’ this.
Mater: Oh, come on, you’ll love it. Hehehe. Tractor-tippin’s fun.
McQueen: This is ridiculous.
Mater: All right, listen. When I say go, we go. But don’t let Frank catch ya. Go!
McQueen: Whoa! Wait! Who, who’s Frank? Mater. Wait, Mater!
Mater: OK, here’s what you do. You just sneak up in front of 'em, and then honk. And they do the rest. Watch this.
Mater: Hahahaha. I swear, tractors is so dumb! I tell you what, buddy, you don’t get much better than this.
McQueen: Yep, you’re livin’ the dream, Mater boy.
Mater: I don’t care who you are, that’s funny right there. Oh, you turn, bud.
McQueen: Mater, I can’t. I don’t even have a horn.
McQueen: I’m not a baby.
Mater: Puuuck, puck, puck.
McQueen: Fine. Stop! stop, OK? All right. I’ll do something.
Mater & McQueen: Hahahahaha!!!
Mater: That’s Frank.
Mater: Run, hahaha , run!!!
Mater: Run! He’s gonna get ya! Hahaha!!
Mater: Tomorrow night we can go look for the ghostlight!
McQueen: I can’t wait, Mater.
Mater: Oh, yeah, I’m tellin’ ya! Oh, boy, you gotta admit that was funnn unn!
McQueen: Oh, yeah…yeah.
Mater: Well, we better get you back to the impound lot.
McQueen: You know, actually, Sally’s gonna let me stay at the motel.
Mater: Aaaa… Gettin’ cozy at the Cone, is we?
McQueen: Oh, come…No. No, are you kidding? Besides, she can’t stand me. And I don’t like her, to be honest.
Mater: Yeah, you probably right. Hey, look, there’s Miss Sally!
McQueen: Where, where?
Mater: Hahaha. You’re in love with Miss Sally.
McQueen: No, I’m not.
Mater: Yes, you do.
McQueen: No way.
McQueen: Come on, look
Mater: You’re in love with Miss Sally(2X)
McQueen: OK, that’s real mature Mater, real grown up.
Mater: You love her (7X)
McQueen: Wait…All right. OK. Mater, Mater, Mater, no. Will you stop that?
Mater: Stop what?
McQueen: That’s driving backwards stuff. It’s creeping me out. You’re gonna wreck on somethin’.
Mater: Wreck? Shoot! I’m the world’s best backwards driver! You just watch this right here, lover boy.
McQueen: What are you doing? Watch out! Look out! Mater? Mater! Mater!
McQueen: Hey take it easy, Mater!
Mater: Waaaaaaa! Ha,ha,ha! Hee,hee.
McQueen: Hahaha. He’s nuts.
Mater: No need to watch where I’m goin’. Just need to know where I’ve been.
McQueen: Whoa, that was incredible! How’d you do that?
Mater: Rearview mirrors. We’ll get you some, and I’ll teach you if you want.
McQueen: Yeah, maybe I’ll use it in my big race.
Mater: What’s so important about this race of yours, anyway?
McQueen: It’s not just a race. We’re talking about the Piston Cup! I’ve been dreaming about it my whole life! I’ll be the first rookie in history ever to win it. And when I do, we’re talkin’ big new sponsor, with private helicopters. No more medicated bumper ointment. No more rusty old cars.
Mater: What’s wrong with rusty old cars?
McQueen: Well, I don’t mean you, Mater. I mean other old cars. You know? Not like you. I like you.
Mater: Nahhh, it’s OK, buddy. Hey, you think maybe one day I can get a ride in one of them helicopters? I mean, I’ve always wanted to ride in one of them fancy helicopters.
McQueen: Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, sure.
Mater: You mean it?
McQueen: Oh, yeah. Anything you say.
Mater: I knew it. I knowed I made a good choice!
McQueen: In what?
Mater: My best friend.
Mater: See you tomorrow, buddy! McQueen and Sally parked beneath a tree, K-I-S somethin'somethin’-somethin’-t!!
McQueen: Hahaha! Whoa, whoa. Haha.
McQueen: Number one. Number one…Ahhh…Number one!
McQueen: Ahh, this is nice.
Sally: Hey, Stickers.
McQueen & Sally: Huh!!
Sally: I’m sorry.
McQueen: Wohho!! You scared me. You gotta be careful.
Sally: I scared myself scaring you scaring me.
McQueen: I mean, I wasn’t like “scared” scared.
Sally: No, of course not. Not.
McQueen: I was more…
Sally: Just I overheard you talkin’ to Mater.
McQueen: When? Just, just now? What, what did, what did you hear?
Sally: Oh, just something about a helicopter ride.
McQueen: Oh, yeah. Yeah, he got a kick out of that, didn’t he?
Sally: Did you mean it?
Sally: That you’ll get him a ride.
McQueen: Oh, who knows? I mean first things first. I gotta get outta here and make the race.
Sally: Ah, hah. You know…Mater trusts you.
McQueen: Yeah, OK.
Sally: Did you mean that?
Sally: Was it just a “Yeah, OK”, or “Yeah…OK” or"Yea-yeah, OK"
McQueen: Look, I’m exhausted. It’s kinda been a long day.
Sally: Yeah, OK. G'night.
McQueen: Oh ah. Hey, thank you.
Sally: What did you just say?
McQueen: You know, thanks for lettin’ me stay here. It’s nice to be out of the impund, and this is… It’s great. Newly refurbished, right?
McQueen: Good night.
Sally: Good night.
Sarge: Will you turn that disrespectful junk off?
Filmore: Respect the classics, man. It’s Hendrix!
McQueen: Noooo!!! I gotta get outta here!
McQueen: Hey, have you seen the Sheriff? Oh! Oh, my gosh. Oh!
Doc: Hey, what are you doin’?
Sheriff: Get a good peak, city boy?
McQueen: I,a..a..I just need my daily gas ration from the Sheriff.
Doc: Wait for him at Flo’s. Now get outta here.
McQueen: I’ve been trying to get outta here for three days!
Sheriff: Hope you enjoyed the show!
McQueen: Whoaho, Doc. Time to clean out the garage, buddy, come on.
McQueen: What? He has a Piston Cup?
McQueen: Oh, my gosh. Three Piston Cup?
Doc: Sign says stay out.
McQueen: You, you have three Piston Cups. How could you have…
Doc: I knew you couldn’t drive. I didn’t know you couldn’t read.
McQueen: You’re the Hudson Hornet!
Doc: Wait over at Flo’s, like I told ya!
McQueen: Of course. I can’t belive I didn’t see it before. You’re The Fabulous Hudson Hornet! You still to hold the record for most wins in single season. Oh, we gotta talk. You gotta show me your tricks. Please.
Doc: I already tried that.
McQueen: And you won the championship three times! Look at those trophies!
Doc: You look. All I see is a bunch of empty cups.
Filmore: You know, some automotive yoga could really lower your RPM’s, man.
Sarge: Oh, take a car wash, hippie.
Flo: Yeah, look at my husband, y'all. Hooo…That’s your color!
Ramone: Yellow, baby. Hahaha.
Flo: Mmm! You smokin’ hot!
Sheriff: There he is!
McQueen: Oh, my gosh! Did you know Doc is a famous racecar?
Sheriff: Doc? Our Doc?
Sarge: Not Doc Hudson.
McQueen: No,no,no,no, it’s true! He’s a real racing legend. He’s The Fabulous Hudson Hornet!
Flo: Fabulous? I never seen Doc drive more than 20 miles an hour. I mean, have you ever seen him race?
McQueen: No, but I wish I could have of. They say he was amazing! He wins three Piston Cups.
Mater: Phooah!! He did what in his cup?
Sheriff: I think the heat’s startin’ to get to the boy!
Lizzie: Well, I’ll say! Look how red he is!
Ramone: Yeah, I think he needs a new coat of poly, man.
Mater: Are you sick, buddy?
Sheriff: You are lookin’ a little peaked.
Ramone: Yeah, he needs a new coat of poly for sure!
Sheriff: Hey, hey! What are you doin’?
Sally: It’s OK, Sheriff. You can trust me, right?
Sheriff: I trust you, all right. It’s him I’m worried about.
Sally: Mmm… I trust him. Come on, let’s take a drive.
McQueen: A drive?
Sally: Yeah, a drive. Don’t you big city racecars ever just take a drive?
McQueen: Ahhh…No. No, we don’t.
Sally: Hey, Stickers! Do you comin’ or what?
Flo: Ahmm. And you thought he was gonna run.
Ramone: Hey, can you believe it, man? He actually thought Doc was a famous racecar! Hahaha… That’s so too much!!
McQueen: OK, you got me out here. Where are we goin’?
Sally: I don’t know.
McQueen: Whoa! Yes.
McQueen: Whoa! Hahaha. Uahh!!
Sally: Ah.. hahaha!
Sally: Ah.. hahaha!
McQueen: Hahaha! Thuhhh!!Thuhh!!
McQueen: Wow! What is this place?
Sally: Wheel Well. Used to be the most popular stop on the mother road.
McQueen: This place?
Sally: Yeah, imagine…Oh, imagine what it must have been like to stay here.
McQueen: You know, I don’t get you. How does a Porsche wind up in a place like this?
Sally: Well, it’s really pretty simple. I was…an attorney in LA livin’ life in the fast lane, and.
McQueen: Oh, you were, were you? Were you rich?
McQueen: Just…clues to the puzzle.
Sally: Yeah, OK. Well, that was my life. And you know what? It never felt…happy.
McQueen: Yeah. I mean…really?
Sally: Yeah. So I left California. Just drove and drove and finally broke down right here. Doc fixed me up, Flo took me in. Well, they all did. And I never left.
McQueen: Yeah. You know, I understand. You need a little R & R. Recharge and old batteries. But you know, after a while, why didn’t you go back?
Sally: I fell in love.
Sally: I fell in love with this.
McQueen: Whoa. Look at that. Look, they’re drivin’ right by. They don’t even know what they’re missing!
Sally: Well, it didn’t used to be that way.
McQueen: Oh, yeah?
Sally: Yeah. Forty years ago, that Interstate down there didn’t exist.
sally: Yeah. Back then, cars came across the country a whole different way.
McQueen: How do you mean?
Sally: Well, the road didn’t cut through land like that Interstate. It moved with the land, you know? It rose, it fell, it curved.
Folk: Nice day, huh?
Sally: Cars didn’t drive on it to make a great time. They drove on it to have a great time.
McQueen: Well, what happened?
Sally: The town got bypassed just to save ten minutes of driving.
McQueen: How great would it have been to see this place in its heyday!
Sally: Ohh…I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of that. But one of these days, we’ll find a way to get it back on the map.
McQueen: Yeah. Hey, listen, thanks for the drive. I had a great time. It’s kinda nice to slow down every once in a while.
Sally: You’re welcome.
Mater: Hey, listen, listen! If anybody asks you, we was out smashin’ mailboxes, OK?
McQueen: Wha… What?
Ramone: Oh, man, the paint’s still wet!
Luigi: No,no,no,no! Get out of the store! Hey! Don’t eat the radial! Here, take-a the snow tires.
Mater: I wasn’t tractor-tippin’!
Sheriff: Then where did all these gol-durn tractors come from?
Mater: Whoa, boy! Whoa!
McQueen: Hahaha. Hey! Hey guys. There’s one goin’ this way. I got it.
McQueen: Come here, little tractor, come here. Yeah, that’s a good tractor. No,no,no,no, come here. What are you doing? You’re not supposed to go wandering off all…alone.
McQueen: What are you doin’ with those old racin’ tires?
McQueen: Come on, Doc, drive.
Doc: Ahhhh. Yeah.
McQueen: Wow! You’re amazing! What are you doin’? Doc, wait!
Mater: Giddup right in there! Come on, Rusty. Weee…heyy!
McQueen: Doc, hold it! Seriously, your driving’s incredible!
Doc: Wonderful. Now, go away.
McQueen: Hey, I mean it. You’ve still got it!
Doc: I’m askin’ you to leave.
McQueen: Come on. I’m a racecar, you’re… a much older racecar, but under the hood you and I are the same.
Doc: We are not the same! Understand? Now, get out.
McQueen: How could a car like you quit at the top of your game?
Doc: You think I quit?
McQueen: Right. Your big wreck in '54.
Doc: They quit on me. When I finally got put together, I went back expecting a big welcome. You know what they said? “You’re history”. Moved right on to the next rookie standing in line. There was a lot left in me. I never got chance to show 'em. I keep that, to remind me never to go back. I just never expected that that world would…would find me here.
McQueen: Hey, look, Doc, I’m not them.
Doc: Oh, yeah?
McQueen: No, I’m not.
Doc: When is the last time you cared about something except yourself, hot rod? You name me one time. And I will take it all back. Ahhuh? I didn’t think so. These are good folk around here, who care about one another. I don’t want 'em depending on someone they can’t count on.
McQueen: Oh, like you? You’ve been here how long and your friends don’t even know who you are? Who’s caring about only himself?
Doc: Just finish that road and get outta here!
sarge: Will you turn that disrespectful junk off?
Filmore: Respect the classics, man.
Mater: He’s done. He must’ve finished it while we was all sleepin’.
Doc: Good riddance.
Flo: He’s gone?
Sarge: Well, we wouldn’t want him to miss that race of his.
Ramone: Oh, dude, are you crying?
Sheriff: No! I’m happy! I don’t have to watch him every second of the day anymore! I’m glad he’s gone!
McQueen: What’s wrong with Red?
Mater: Oh, he’s just sad 'cause you left town, and went to your big race to win the Piston Cup that you’ve always dreamed about your whole life and get that big ol’ sponsor and that fancy helicopter you was talkin’ about.
Mater: Huuhh! Wait a minute!
Mater: I knowed you wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.
Sheriff: What are you doin’ here, son? You’re gonna miss your race. Don’t worry. I’ll give you a police escort, and we’ll make up the time.
McQueen: Thank you, Sheriff. But you know I can’t go just yet.
Sheriff: Well, why not?
McQueen: I’m not sure these tires…can get me all the way to California. Yeah, does anybody know what time Luigi’s opens?
Luigi: Ah..haha! I can’t-a believe it!
Luigi: Four new tires! Grazien, Mr. Lightning. Grazien!
Flo: Would you look at that!
Luigi: Our first real customers in years! I am filled with tears of ecstacy, for this is the most glorious day of my life!
McQueen: All right, Luigi, give me the best set of blackwalls you’ve got.
Luigi: No,no,no,no! You don’t-a know what you want. Luigi know what you want. Blackwall tires. They blend into the pavement. But-a this…white-wall tires! They say, “Look at me! Here I am! Love me.”
McQueen: All right, you’re the expert.
Luigi: Eh, hehehee!
McQueen: Oh, and don’t forget the spare.
Luigi: Perfetto. Guido!
Guido: Peet stop!
Luigi: Hahaha! What did Luigi tell you, aey?
McQueen: Wow, you were right. Better than a Ferrari, huh?
Luigi: Aaa, No.
McQueen: Wow! This organic fuel is great! Why haven’t I heard about it before?
Filmore: It’s a conspiracy, man! The oil companies got a grip on the government! They’re feedin’ us a bunch of lies, man.
McQueen: OK, I’ll take a case.
Ramone: Ahh.. Yeah. Ka-chow.
Mater: Here she comes!
McQueen: Places, everybody. Hurry! Act natural.
Folks: Hi, Sally.
Sally: All right, what’s goin’ on?
Mater: Ladies and gentlecars, please welcome the neeewww Lightning McQueen!
McQueen: What do you think? Radiator Springs looks pretty good on me.
Sally: I’ll say. Rrr. Ka-chow. You’re gonna fit right in in California. Oh my goodness. It looks like you’ve helped everybody in town.
McQueen: Yeah, everybody except one. Hey, is it getting dark out?
Lizzie: What? What’d he say?
McQueen: Let me say that again. Is it getting dark out?
Lizzie: Now, what was I supposed to do after that?
Sally: They fixed their neon.
Flo: Low and slow?
Ramone: Oh, yeah, baby!
McQueen: Just like in its heyday, right?
Sally: It’s even better than I pictured it. Thank you.
McQueen: Shall we cruise?
Lizzie: Oh, thank you, dear. I’d love to!
Lizzie: I remember when Stanley first asked me to take a drive with him.
Mater: Hey, Miss sally. May I have this cruise?
Sally: Of course, Mater.
Lizzie: …and again and I said, “No,” and he asked me again, and I said, “No.” But, oh, he was a persistent little burger for a two-cylinder. Finally I said, “All right, one little drive.”
Sally: Thanks, Mater.
Mater: Good evenin’, you two.
Lizzie: Oh, Stanley, I wish you could see this.
Flo: Is that what I think it is?
Sally: Oh, I don’t know, Flo. I haven’t had a chance to find out. But I am going to find out. Hello.
Flo: Not that. That.
Sally: Huh. Customers?
Flo: Customers, everybody! And a lot of 'em! You know what to do. Just like we rehearsed.
Mater: It’s the ghostlight!
Helicopter: We have found McQueen. We have found McQueen!
Cameramen: McQueen, over here!
McQueen: Aaa, wait, excuse me.
Cameramen: Is it true you’ve been in rehab?
Cameramen: Did you have a nervous breakdown, McQueen.
McQueen: I’m sorry, what?
Cameramen: McQueen’s wearing whitewalls!
Cameramen: Are the tires you wearing are turning balding?
Sally: Stickers, McQueen!
Cameramen: Was Lightning McQueen your prisoner?
Mater: Shoot, no! We’re best buds! I ain’t braggin’ or nothin’, but I was in charge of huntin’ him down if he tried to escape.
McQueen: Sally, Sally!
Kori: McQueen! Will you still race for the Piston Cup?
Cameramen: Come on, give us some bolt!
Mack: You’re here! Thank the manufacturer! You’re alive!
Mack: You’re here! I can’t belive it! Oh, hoho. You are a sight for some headlights! I’m so sorry I lost you, boss. I’ll make it up to you!
McQueen: Mack, I, I can’t belive you’re here.
Harv: Is that the world’s fastest racing machine?
McQueen: Is that Harv?
Mack: Yeah. He’s in the back.
Cameramen: Show us the bolt, McQueen!
Mack: Get back, you oil-thirsty parasites!
Cameramen: Hey, where’s the old McQueen?
Mack: Actually, this is my good side here.
Cameramen: Show us the bolt!
McQueen: Harv! Harv!
Cameramen: Give us the bolt!
Cameramen: Come on!
Harv: Kid, I’m over here!
McQueen: How you doin’, buddy?
Harv: My star client disappears off the face of the earth! How do you think I’m doing?
McQueen: Harv, I can explain.
Harv: I’m doing great! You’re everywhere, baby! Radio, TV, the papers! You can’t buy this kind of publicity! What do you need me for? That’s just a figure of speech, by the way. You signed a contract. Where are you? I can’t even find you on my GPS.
McQueen: I’m in this little town called Radiator Springs. You know Route 66? It’s still here!
Harv: Yeah, that’s great, kid. Playtime is over, pal. While the world’s been trying to find you, Dinoco has had no one to woo. Who are they gonna woo?
Harv: Bingo. In fact, check out what’s on the plasma right now.
Cameramen: Show us the thunder!
Chick: You want thunder? You want thunder? Ka-chicka, ka-chicka! Ka-chicka!
McQueen: Hey, that’s my bit!
Harv: You’ve gotta get to Cali, pronto! Just get out of Radiation Stinks now, or Dinoco is history, you hear me?
McQueen: Just give me a second here, Harv.
Harv: No,no,no, wait. Where are goin’. Get in the trailer, baby. Kid! You want, you want a bigger trailer?
McQueen: Sally, I…I want you to… Look, I wish…Ahhhh.
Sally: Thank you. Thanks for everything.
McQueen: Ah. Haha. It just a road.
Sally: No. It was much more than that.
Mack: Hey, kid! We gotta go. Harv’s goin’ crazy! He’s gonna have me fired if I don’t get you in the truck right now!
McQueen: Mack, just… hold it for…
Sally: You should go.
McQueen: I know, but…
Sally: Good luck in California. I hope you find what you’re looking for.
Cameramen: McQueen, come on!
Cameramen: Show us the bolt, McQueen! The bolt! Hey, Lightning, show us the bolt!
Cameramen: Where’s the old McQueen?
Harv: Come on, get in the trailer. That’s it. That’s right kid, let’s go! You’re a big shining star. You’re a superstar. You don’t belong there, anyway.
McQueen: Whoa… Wait…Whoa,whoa,wait,wait!
Cameramen: Hey, guys! McQueen’s leavin’ in the truck!
Kori: Hey, are you Doc Hudson?
Kori: Thanks for the call.
Sally: You called them?
Doc: It’s best for everyone, Sally.
Sally: Best for everyone, or best for you?
Mater: I didn’t get to say goodbye to him.
Bob: Hello, race fans, and welcome to what has become, quite simply, the biggest event in the history of racing. A three way battle for the Piston Cup!
Darrell: There’s a crowd of nearly 200,000 cars here at the Los Angeles International Speedway. Tickets to this race are hotter than a black leather seat on a hot summer day!
Bob: The King, Chick Hicks and Lightning McQueen in a 200 laps, winner-takes-all, tiebreaker race.
Darrell: You know I got a lotta miles on me, but let me tell you somethin’ buddy. I never thought I’d see anything like this. Wow! Man. This is exciting!
Bob: In fact, the country has almost shut down, to watch what many experts are calling “the race of the century.”
Junior: Hey, King! Good luck in your last race. You’ve sure been an inspiration to me.
The King: Thanks, Junior. Appreciate it.
Dear: Hey, be careful out there, OK?
The King: Yeah, mam.
Mia: He’s hot.
Chick: Wanna know the forecast? I’ll give you the forecast. A 100 percent chance of thunder! Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka! Say it with me! Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka!
Security: Hey, you! No admittance without a garage pass.
Fred: Oh, it’s OK. Lightning McQueen knows me!
Andretti: Hey, Marco, it’s a beautiful day for a race, isn’t it?
Security: Absolutely, Mr. Andretti.
Andretti: And good morning to you, Fred.
Fred: Mario Andretti he knows my name! You gotta let me in now!
Security: Sorry, pal.
McQueen: OK, here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed. Victory, one winner, two losers. Speed. Speed. Speed. Speed…
Mack: Hey, Lightnin’! You ready?
McQueen: Yeah, yeah, yeah! I’m…I’m ready.
McQueen: Mack, thanks for being my pit crew today.
Mack: Nahh. Don’t worry about it, kid. It’s the least I could do. After all, “Gas Can” is my middle name.
McQueen: It is?
Mack: Nahh, not really.
Small aeroplane: A. O.
TV Crew: Nelson! Zoom in. Ready, 16? Take 16.
Bob: And there he is, Lightning McQueen! Missing all week, and then he turns up in the middle of nowhere! In a little town called Radiator Springs.
Darrell: Wearin’ whitewall tires, of all things.
Chick: Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka! Hahaha. Hey, where you been? I’ve been kinda lonely. Nobody to hang out with. I mean, except the Dinoco folks. Ohhh and the twins. Of course. You know the twins the one that used to be your fans, but now they’re my fans. Anyway, listen to what the twins think…
McQueen: Ahh. Shoot!
Fans: Boogity, boogity, boogity, boys! Let’s go racin’!
Dear: Come on, you can do it!
Tex: Come on kid, make us proud, boy!
Bob: Fifty laps down, and The King is still holding a slim lead.
Darrell: Hey, McQueen’s got a run on him! He’s lookin’ to the inside! Ohh! Chick slammed the door on him!
Bob: Chick’s not making it easy on him today.
Darrell: Oh, man, he lost so much momentum, and now he’s gonna have to chase him back down!
Bob: Ohhh, McQueen spins out in the infield!
Chick: Hahaha! Just me and the old man, fellas. McQueen just doesn’t have it today.
Mack: Hey, kid, are you all right?
McQueen: I don’t know, Mack. I..I… I don’t think I…
Doc: I didn’t come all this way to see you quit.
Guys: Yey.. Hahaha.
McQueen: Guys, you’re here! I can’t believe this!
Doc: I knew you needed a crew chief, but I didn’t know it was this bad.
McQueen: I thought you said you’d never come back.
Doc: Well, I really didn’t have a choice. Mater didn’t get to say goodbye.
Mater: Goodbye!! Okay, I’m good.
Doc: All right, if you can drive as good as you fix a road, then you can win this race with you eyes shut. Now, get back out there! Hot snot, we are back in business! Guido! Luigi! You’re goin’ up against professional pit crews boys, you’re gonna have to be fast.
Luigi: They will not know what bit them!
Doc: Kid, you can beat these guys. Find a groove that works for you and get that lap back.
Chick’s Crew: Is that?
Chick’s Crew: Oh, wow. That’s him!
TV Crew: Is that…? That’s the Hudson Hornet! Bob, Darrell! The Hudson Hornet’s back!
Bob: Darrell, it appears McQueen has got himself a pit crew. And look who he has for a crew chief!
Fans: Wow… Look, man. It’s the Hudson Hornet!
Biggest fan: Whoa!!
Fans: Well, dip me in axle grease and call me Slick! It surely is.
Biggest fan: Hahahahaha!
Bob: Wow, this is history in the making. Nobody has seen the racing legend in over 50 years!
Lizzie: Hey, Doc! Come look at the fellow on the radio. He looks just like you.
Bob: McQueen passes them on the inside!
Darrell: But he’s still nearly a lap fail.
Bob: Can he catch up to them with only 60 laps to go?
Doc: You’re goin’ great, kid. Just keep your head on.
Guido: Vai! Vai! Vai,vai!
Chick’s crew: Hey, shrimpie, where did McQueen find you, huh? Those round things are called tires, and they go under the car!
All Chick’s Crew: Hahahahaha!!!
Guido: Con chi credi di parlare? Ma, con chi stai parlando?
Luigi: No! No, no! You’ll have your chance. You will have your chance.
Chick: Oh, kid’s just tryin’ to be a hero, huh? Well, what do you think of this? Yeah, that’s it kid. Whats??
Mater: Whoa! Git-R-done! Hahaha! I taught him that. Ka-chow!
Chick Crew: Auuww!
Bob: What a move by McQueen! He’s caught up to the leaders.
Darrell: Oh, yeah. This is what it’s all about. A three-way battle for the lead, with ten to go.
Tex: Hahaha! Look at that boy go out there!
Chick: No, you don’t.
McQueen: Doc, I’m flat! I’m flat!
Doc: Can you get back to the pits?
McQueen: Yeah, yeah. I think so.
Doc: Hey, got a yellow. Bring it in. Don’t tear yourself up, kid.
Mack: We gotta get him back out there fast or we’re gonna be a lap down, and we’ll never win this race!
Doc: Guido! It’s time.
Chick Crew: Hey, tiny, you gonna clean his windshield? Hahaha!
Darrell: I don’t believe it!
Bob: That was the fastest pit stop I’ve ever seen!
Darrell: It was a great stop, but he’s still gotta beat that pace car out!
Bob: It’s gonna be close.
Biggest Fan: Yeah, baby!!
Fans: Yeah… Hahaha!
Darrell: Yeah!! He’s back in the race!
Guido: Peet stop.
Luigi: Guido, you did it!
Mater: Way to go, Guido!
Bob: This is it. We’re heading into the final lap and McQueen is right behind the leaders. What a comeback!
Darrell: A hundred and ninety-nine laps, and, baby, it all comes down to this!
Doc: This is it, kiddo. You’ve got four turns left. One at a time. Drive it in deep and hope it sticks. Go!
Chick: We’ll see about that!
Bob: McQueen’s going inside!
Bob: Chick and The King are loose!
Darrell: I think McQueen is out of the race!
Darrell: McQueen saved it!
Bob: He’s back on the track!
Doc: Float like a Cadillac...
McQueen: Sting like a Beemer!
Biggest Fan: Ka-chow, ka-chow, ka-chow!
Folks: Yeeehaaaa! Hahaha.
Darrell: Lightning McQueen is gonna win the Piston Cup!
Sally: Come on! You got it! You got it, Stickers!
Chick: I am not comin’ in behind you again, old man.
Dear: Oh, no!
Chick: Yeah… Woooww! I won, baby! Yeah! Oh, yeah!
Flo: What’s he up to, Doc?
The King: What are you doin’, kid?
McQueen: I think The King should finish his last race.
The King: You just gave up the Piston Cup, you know that?
McQueen: Ahhh. This grumpy old racecar I know once told me somethin’. It’s just an empty cup.
Bob: Darrell, is pushing on the last lap legal?
Darrell: Hey, man. He’s not really pushin’ him. He’s just givin’ him a little bump draft.
Chick: Whoaa.. Hohooo!! Hey. What? What’s goin’ on?
Fan: That’s what I call racin’ right there.
Luigi: Bravo il mio amico!
Mater: Way to go, buddy!
Filmore: There’s a lotta love out there, you know, man?
Sarge: Don’t embarrass me, Filmore.
Lizzie: That’s my hot rod.
Chick: Come on, baby, bring it out! Bring out the Piston Cup! Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka! Yeah! Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ about! Hey, how come I’m the only one celebrating is me, huh? Where are the girls? Bring on the confetti! Auuww! Auuww! Easy with the confetti. What’s goin’ on? Come on, snap some pictures. I gotta go sign my deal with Dinoco! Ka-chicka! Say it with me. Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka!
Mia & Tia: Booo!
Chick: What’s wrong with everybody? Where’s the happiness? Hey! This is the start of the Chick era!
Dear: Thanks, Lightnin’.
McQueen: You’re welcome.
Fan: Way to go, King!
Fan: You’re still the car!
Biggest Fan: You’re The King! Yeah!
Rust-eze Folks: Yeah! Hahahaha!
Mack: Wahh! Hoo!
Rust-eze Car: You make us proud, kid!
Mack: Congrats on the loss, me bucko!
Doc: You got a lotta of stuff, kid.
McQueen: Thanks, Doc.
Tex: Hey, Lightnin’. How 'bout comin’ over here and talk to me a minute? Son, that was some real racin’ out there. How’d you like to become the new face of Dinoco?
McQueen: But I didn’t win.
Tex: Lightnin’, there’s a whole lot more to racin’ than just winnin’.
Rust-eze Van: He was so rusty, when he drove down the street. Hahaha. Buzzards used to circle the car!
McQueen: Thank, you, Mr. Tex, but…but these Rust-eze guys over there gave me my big break. I’m gonna stick with them.
Tex: Well, I sure can respect that. Still, you know, if there’s ever anything I can do for you, just let me know.
McQueen: I sure appreciate that. Thank you. Actually, there is one thing.
Mater: Whoah! Hoo! Aaaa! Hey look at me! I’m flyin’, by golly! Whoahh! Hoo! I’m happier than a tornado in a trailer park!
Luigi: I think it’s about-a time we redecorate.
Michael Schumacker: Chow! Hi, Lightning McQueen told me this was the best place in the world to get tires. How 'bout setting me and my friends up with three or four sets each?
Luigi: Huh. Guido! There is a real Michael Schumacker Ferrari in my store. A real Ferrari! Punch me, Guido. Punch me in the face. This is the most glorious day of my life.
Michael Schumacker: Wow. Spero che il tuo amico si riprenda. Mi dicono che siete fantastici.
Sally: Uh..huh!. Hahaha. Just passin’ through?
McQueen: Actually, I thought I’d stop and stay awhile. I hear this place is back on the map.
Sally: It is?
McQueen: Yeah, there’s some rumor floating around that some hotshot Piston Cup racecar is setting up his big racing headquarters here.
Sally: Really? Well, there goes the town.
McQueen: You know, I really missed you, Sally.
Sally: Well, I create feelings in others they themselves don’t understand and, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Mater: McQueen and Sally parked beneath the tree, K-i-s-s…i-n-t!
McQueen: Great timing, Mater!
Mater: Hep-non, hip-hep, hi-li-lilly! Weeeee!!
McQueen: He’s my best friend. What’re you gonna do?
Sally: So, Stickers, last one to Flo’s buys?
McQueen: I don’t know. Why don’t we just take a drive?
Sally: Mmm. Nahh.
McQueen: Yeah! Ka-chow!
-X-X-X THE END X-X-X
Morning soon came, as well as the sunrise. Still half asleep, Nightmare summoned a tentacle and pulled the curtains, so that the sunlight wouldn’t reach and hurt him. He tried to go back to sleep, but some small groans were annoying him and stopping him to do so. He slowly opened his eye, still feeling sleepy. His face flushed in dark blue when he realized that he had his arms wrapped around Cross, who was sleeping with his head on his chest.
The lords heart started beating faster on his chest, causing Nightmare to groan in irritation. He didn’t know what was that weird sensation, but he didn’t like it.
Cross suddenly started to groan and move a little. He was waking up. Nightmare stopped hugging the smaller skeleton and turned his back on him, quickly hiding his face under the blankets to cover his stupid blush.
Cross soon sat on the bed and looked around. He didn’t say anything, but his hand reached for his eyes, touching the blindfold. His hand started to slightly shake and he felt like his eyes would start watering at any second so he tried to focus on something else.
“Nightmare? Are you awake?”
“Hm. Did you sleep well?”
“… Yeah. I did.”
“Ok. So… Are we going to any missions today? I really feel like punching someone’s face.” Nightmare didn’t look at Cross, and took a long time to respond, making the other worried. “Nightmare…?”
“Cross I… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He didn’t want to admit, but he was worried about Cross. The whole being blind thing seemed to be getting on his head, like everything around them could seriously hurt Cross.
Nightmare didn’t understand why he was feeling that way. He was supposed to hate him, wasn’t he? So then… Why was his mind so confused?
“But… Why not? I can take care of myself!”
“Like you took care of yourself on the last mission?” Nightmare replied sarcastically.
“I was just trying to prot- to help you!” He complained, his cheeks getting a little purple.
“I can take care of myself. Ever thought of doing that for once on your life?”
“Can you at least pretend that I can still see and don’t treat me like a freaking kid!?” His aura was getting more negative and Cross felt like he could cry at any moment. But he refused to stand that low. “You don’t need to treat me like someone special just because I can’t see anymore. I don’t like to be treated that way.” He sighed. “Why am I even saying this? You won’t care anyway. You never do…”
“And you never made me so confused before, but you’re doing it now.” Nightmare mumbled, but Cross managed to hear it.
“I made you… Confused…?” Nightmare’s eye widened and his face flushed blue.
“How did you hear that?”
“The same way I heard killer stop in front of the door a few minutes ago, and he’s standing there right now.” Nightmare turned to the door.
“KILLER! IF YOU’RE THERE WHEN I OPEN THE DOOR I’LL TEAR YOUR ARMS AND LEGS OFF!” fast footsteps were soon heard running away from the door.
“Heh, called it” Cross said.
“How did you know he was there?”
“Meh, blind people can hear better. That’s one of the good things about my condition” an awkward silence filled the room.
“Cross… I’m sorry.”
“For… Being the reason you’re stuck like this. I shouldn’t have let you and the others just choose a random dimension without my order.” The other gave a smile.
“It’s okay, Nightmare. It wasn’t really your fault, we were just stubborn as always.”
“Yeah, you were. You should just hear me when I say that you should hear me”
“Hehehe, yeah…” Cross took a deep breath and felt his face heat up a little. “Nightmare.”
“C-can I… D-do something?”
“Hum… Sure…? What is it?”
Cross reached out his hands, luckily being able to grab Nightmare’s face on the first try. The other was a little confused as to what Cross was actually doing, but just stayed silent. Nightmare’s face suddenly flushed into a deep blue when he felt Cross press his lips on his own.
The other’s face was really purple, like he was running out of air or something. They didn’t break the kiss, as much as a part of Nightmare’s mind kept saying for him to break it and slap Cross across the face, but he just ignored that thought and kissed him back, slowly wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling his body closer to his own.
They soon broke the kiss, both painting a little from lack of air. Cross gave a small smile, his face boiling from embarrassment. Nightmare on the other hand, was pretty much speechless, his mind still processing all that happened.
“W-why did you do that?” Cross caressed his cheek, giving him a little smile.
“Because I love you, Nightmare.” His eye widened. Cross blushed a little more. “I-it’s been awhile since I felt that way and I didn’t know how to tell you… But since I lost my sight you became so nice to me that I didn’t know if I could hold it any lon…ger…” His voice died once he felt the other caress his cheek, also getting him more nervous than he already was.
“… I love you too.” He pulled Cross again into a kiss, the other slowly melting into his arms. It felt like a dream come true…
Just as they separated, Cross practically threw himself at Nightmare’s arms, hugging him tightly. “Hehe, you seem happy.”
“Yeah… But also so Killer can take enough photos to post online.” He said. Nightmare’s eye widened in anger and he turned to the door.
“KILLER! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”
“Just let him be. You can get him later…” Nightmare groaned.
“Humpf. Fine. But only because you asked.” Cross smiled. “Hey Cross… Does being blind… Bother you?”
“… It used at first, but I think I’m getting used to it. And as long as you’re with me, I don’t care that much” Nightmare blushed and hugged him tighter. “Killer’s going to get a lot of pictures huh?”
“Yeah…” he kissed Cross’ forehead, causing him to blush. “… He will.”
I suck for endings ;u;
Englih is not my first language
Hope you enjoyed my little fanfic and I hope that it didn’t suck so much